As age progresses our thoughts tend to become viscous unlike in the younger years when no thought that ever occupied our mind rested in it. It came and it went, like the seasons. But never took as long. Instead thoughts were like confetti that burst from birthday balloons, which fluttered without boundaries, colorful and weightless sometimes reaching uncomfortable territories. Now they seem to stick around like guests who wait until the evening tea even when you had only invited them for lunch. They are heavy and your mind often feels their enormous weight as you lie in your bed. Their fidelity is none to doubt. You'll never find them gone the next morning after you've slept the night over with them. They aren't plesant enough for you to be accused of daydreamimg. They aren't unpleasant enough to give you sleepless nights or even nightmares. It's their prevailing dominance in your everyday life that has to be endured only next to your own shadow and that exactly is what is so that is so discomforting about them. Atleast your shadow disappears at night. Thoughts don't. Each thought reaches its peak and then drops to its trough and then it rises again. This continues like a never ending ride in a ferris wheel that gallops high and drops low in a continuing motion leaving the riders giddy over time as the law of diminishing marginal utility steps in. Thoughts are not bad. They keep your mind working. The mind in their absence would be a useless organ occupying a prime place in your anatomy. All great deeds and all brilliant achievements are only born when thoughts marry a strong willingness to act. Or react. Until then these viscous thoughts are here to stay.