Where do our brain children go to die?

Hey, I have this idea …

Me: Nooo …🏃🏃🏃 … gets to cover, curls up in a ball, saying “not again” on* repeat*

Don’t get me wrong, I love ideas.

They are a bit like children. We all think ours are the absolute best, and that despite our … ahem … parenting flaws, they will turn out perfect.

I enjoy that thrill I feel when I think about the potential, this new tiny brain-wave, has to be the next tsunami.

Potentials are fun to think about, huh?

Ideas!

Beautiful little things. One moment we’re turning them over in our minds seeing just how the future could turn out if we’d just be good “parents” and the village people weren’t having a field day.

The next, someone is pointing our their flaws and we finally see the sheer amount of work that has to be done, to bring our ideas to full reality.

Unlike children, we can abandon ideas. Errr … scratch that! People abandon kids all the time.

It’s sad though.

One moment they are all that occupy our minds; The next, we don’t care anymore.

Who else has since long stopped counting their abandoned projects?

Who else has seen really cool stuff and remembered when they had that exact same idea (or something related, at least).

I’ve heard many inspirational writers talk about how the richest place on earth is the grave yard, because it’s filled with potential that will never be set free.

Screw that with a rusty dildo!

The richest place in your world is the back of your mind … cos that’s where your ideas and brain children go to die.

So sit back and reflect for a moment on those ideas you once loved and cherished and where they went.

They deserve that, at the very least.

I’ll go grab a box of tissues… sniff