Relaxing in the summer

Bored so I wrote a poem.  Pretty much a sonnet, but I inverted some of the iambic pentameter.

Remember

Stages of tales have a place in my mind

Life is made grand by the ruse that it plays

When your thoughts go back to the former days,

A softened light is cast on what you find.

Mind, how do you make these changes so? To

make me see and adore the wounding blade?

Or find the thoughts that hide in darkest shade

and turn them sane when dragged to open view?

But mind, why must you be romantic now?

I sing the names as thoughts fill up my sight.

You add emotions where there was just slight,

In things ignored, significance endow

You see my pains and wrap them as a gift

For change is better than letting them drift

Habits

Saying "um" a lot. Scratching your head when you are nervous. Little triggers in our life cause us to go back to our habits.  It is better than exploring unfamiliar territory.  

Aristotle said excellence is a habit, but emotions are habits too. 

Anger, loneliness, and distrust are all habits.  

Bad habits are horrible shortcuts that satisfy our minds in the moment, but hurt us in the long term.  

Once you realize your emotions are habits just like fidgeting with your pencil, then you can manage them better.