I have a mind that never stops working. As a matter of fact, it torments me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mind is always racing, and always going and always working, and it's a gift and a curse.
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.
My mind is always going. I'm always thinking what I need to do, what I haven't done, what I did do, what I didn't do as well as I could - I'm relentless that way with myself.
If my mind's not trying to fix something or create something, I don't know what to do. It just throws me off.
My mind tends to operate a bit like a radar. I don't find it hard to switch off.
I think the mind has a way of getting to where it needs to get to. If you are persistent.
Your mind is what makes everything else work.
I don't know what to do when I'm not working. I lose my mind if I'm not constantly doing something.
You cannot stop the human mind from working.
It's soothing to realize that my mind's processes are inherently uncontrollable.