I sometimes think I over-think about over-thinking.
It’s as if your mind is just bursting with thoughts, threatening to overflow like a tumbler in chemistry class full of a mysterious concoction. The past is never forgotten, worrying is incessant and the worst case scenario is always cemented in your mind. You make plans about making plans and sleep is an elusive heaven as your stream of thoughts refuse to shut off.
But over-thinking makes you cautious and careful which is necessary when you’re swimming with the sharks.
I suppose sometimes your mind can be your own enemy and also your greatest ally, all at once.