Thinking about your thoughts

The last day of term. The last autumn term of his undergraduate studies-finally has a proper closure. Well, maybe not so proper, since there are quite a lot of works to be done over this break.

But, at least for now, he couldn't be bothered. Plus, the thoughts are pretty messy. Many things are running  across his mind. 

Some said, that is good and he shouldn't be worried, because they are just like the Gemini meteor shower, where tens of thousands of  meteors falling down from the sky, and they are meant to be enjoyed with a calm heart. 

Some said, that is probably a test for the soul. And this is because the soul forgets that good things in life don't come easy. The soul assumes that as long as he put in efforts, the road in front will be paved perfectly. 

"Probably, that's what competition does to your mind. It distorts the mind." He thought.

Thinking has become an art. Some said thinking linearly is amazing, some said lateral thinking is what makes the world wonderful. 

He suddenly gets confused with his own thought process. How should he think about something has become a conscious act. 

Just like how you need to draw a picture that attracts the limelight, and not a picture that is hid behind the canvas; and is only found out by the world when you are gone. 

But, that is also the time when you start holding your brushes and palette, and forget that you actually know how to draw a picture. 

He stands in front of the blank paper. His mind doesn't know how to think, anymore.