I was a fool to think that confusion was some marker of stupidity, it is not. All dysfunctions evolved for function. Confusion is when fear scatters the higher thoughts to promote the chance of a subconscious solution finding its way through. As such, it is a problem of the environment I am in. Change to a place of loving support and calmness and the confusion goes because logical thought and empathy are now the survival advantage. If the brain believes one has time to think in safety, it will begin to think, to focus.
Confusion is the scattering of thoughts, as a flower scattering seeds in a strong wind, hoping that they will find soil and grow well. Yet when there is a job to do, when focus and attention matter, I need to teach my brain how to retread the pathways of happy memories, calm times, to switch on its own higher powers and take command of the situation.
Confusion was simply anxiety in a different cloak, it was when my brain defocused in an attempt to allow the dreaming brain through, the ultimate problem solver. Yet what I needed was the opposite, a chance to regain my poise, my calm, my tranquil air and have enough space to focus on what matters and let a path forwards emerge.
Confusion comes as a fog to a once clear and sunny day, and just as in those times I seek my flashlight and await for clarity to return.
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