When I was young I think my mind worked better, my curiosity was at full speed, my mind was very creative.
When I was probably 6 or 7 years old, I got a book, I don’t know from whom, but the book was about astronomy. I read it, even though at that time I didn’t like reading, but the book’s content mostly consisted of images, so I still read it.
At that time my mind wandered and imagined outer space, if there were aliens out there, and how big the sun and planets really were compared to our Earth.
At 7 years old, I had a very vivid imagination.
Let’s fast forward 18 years, I arrived at a place where I can’t think of anything new, my mind feels so dull.
No new excitement comes that could excite me like my childhood wonder, and definitely no creativity comes in sight despite having an abundance of information at my fingertips.
Where did it go? Why did it leave me? What did I do wrong?
Or could it be the wonder, the creativity, and excitement is gone because in my youth to adult life I rarely had quiet time with my mind only? I mean I rarely spent time doing nothing and being alone with my own mind.
There are always distractions, there is always a place to go. That damn phone is always there. Wherever I go, the phone is always with me, whatever I feel, the phone is always with me.
In the end, I abandoned my mind, I have no time with it, all my time is spent on my phone, no time for deep self-reflection.