The mind, that jumpy thing.

Scatterbrained, we wade through the attention waves only to catch the most glaring one. Whether we can ride it out or instantly collapse depends on the current of luck and skill.

Less the undertow scare us with malicious intent, the body resurfaces to indulge in playfulness all over again. The channel surfer follows whatever grabs her.

When we have fun, the joy of the present erases both the depression of living in the past and the anxiety of living in the future. The problem is when we get stuck in all that’s available.

With a little bit of patience, we can catch the most interesting wave, perhaps the most difficult one, mentally prepare for it, and ride it out to the sand.