Good evening everyone, good to see you again and today I want to be talking about my thoughts because
all day, it was just me and my thoughts.
No noise. Just my mind talking, sometimes gently, sometimes cruelly. Every step I took, they followed. Every pause I made, they grew louder. On a bad day like this, my thoughts were not visitors; they were my company.
They reminded me of what went wrong.
Of efforts that didn’t pay off.
Of words I should have said differently.
At some point, I realized something painful: you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone if your thoughts are heavy.
I tried to distract myself, but my mind refused silence. It replayed mistakes like a broken record. It asked questions without answers. It doubted progress I knew I had made.
Yet, as the day dragged on, another voice appeared quieter, but steadier.
It said, “You’ve survived worse.”
It said, “This day is bad, not you.”
It said, “Rest, don’t quit.”
That was when I understood: my thoughts can be my enemies, but they can also be my shelter. If I let them destroy me, they will. If I guide them, they will guard me.
So I chose carefully.
I chose patience over panic.
I chose reflection over regret.
I chose hope, even if it felt small.
By nightfall, nothing had magically changed—but I had. The day didn’t win. I learned to sit with my thoughts without letting them drown me.
Some days, people will fail you.
Some days, plans will collapse.
But when everything else is uncertain, one thing remains:
My thoughts are my company.
And most times, it defined me.
Original.
