Today I was watching a few leaves seemingly idling in the air as they let themselves slowly down to the ground, and it reminded me of the way my mind sometimes seems to linger and dawdle and wander with any winds of thoughts that waft through it. It usually annoys me to see this kind of capriciousness in my thinking, but strangely, it seems almost pleasing to see these little autumn leaves straying aimlessly around and finally settling haphazardly and messily on the grass. The leaves take lazy routes as they fall, and my mind, too, occasionally sidles around and around as it works its way through some issue. I wonder: Why should the whimsicality and waywardness of my mind be any less enjoyable to watch than the falling leaves I saw floating casually among the trees surrounding our house?
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