If your mind were a compass, a curious thing,
Would it spin toward old stories with a sorrowful ring?
Would it point toward the past with a dramatic insist,
Crying, “Look what they did!” with a clenched fist?
For thoughts are the seeds that we scatter each day,
And life is the garden that grows what we say.
Whisper “I’m powerless,” then watch the vines creep,
Declare “I choose,” feel your courage wake from sleep.
Now pain wears a costume—oh, pain loves a role!
With a villain, a plot twist, a starring control.
“It happened to me!” says the mind with a cry,
And the world nods politely and lets the tears fly.
But hush now—lean in—here’s the radical view,
A truth with some sparkle and spiritual glue:
There are no helpless victims, abandoned or small,
There are choosers and thinkers and creators—that’s all.
Yes, things may occur that feel sharp or unfair,
But meaning is chosen—it’s breathed into air.
Power lives not in blame or in stories retold,
But in now, where your choices are fearless and bold.
In power is freedom, unbuttoned and bright,
In freedom is joy—soft and steady and light.
Joy doesn’t shout with a parade or a drum,
It slips in unnoticed when struggle goes numb.
Have you felt it, those moments that make zero sense?
Nothing improved, yet your heart felt immense.
No trophy was earned, no applause filled the room,
Yet happiness bloomed like a late afternoon.
That’s joy doing joy, without reason or proof,
When the mind steps aside and opens the roof.
It visits when judgment loosens its grip,
When you stop replaying that old sinking ship.
So what if today you chose one new thought?
Not wrestled or battled or tightly overwrought,
But gently replaced an old script that you knew:
“I’m free in this moment to choose something new.”
When anger comes knocking with a megaphone shout,
Just thank it for coming—and show it back out.
When blame sets the stage for its dramatic scene,
You bow and reply, “That’s no longer my dream.”
This isn’t denial or glittery cheer,
It’s spiritual backbone—it’s steering from here.
It’s bold. It’s empowering. Grounded. Awake.
It’s choosing your mind for your life’s own sake.
For life follows mind like a shadow at noon,
Or a dance partner matching your movement and tune.
Shift thought into truth, then courage and grace,
And watch how your world subtly changes its face.
Change your mind—not the past, not the who, not the why—
Just the lens through which all is allowed to pass by.
And life will respond, as it always has done,
“Keep changing the lens” and shine forth like the sun.
Let’s Have a Conversation:
Would you say you’re a more positive or a more negative person? What affects your mindset the most? Have you tried swaying your thoughts in a direction you know will bear fruit in your life?
