The Windmills Of Your Mind | #Wordless Wednesday

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel……
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
~ from the lyrics of ‘The Windmills of Your Mind’.

Windmills Of Your Mind

There are many versions of this song and I’m currently listening to the Eva Mendes version which you can find here.

What got me listening to this song after long time, are my reflections this morning.  As I wrote my morning pages, I recalled the flurry of thoughts that went through my mind last night.

I confess now that I am an ‘over-thinker’! I tend to overthink and over analyse  events, situations and possible outcomes of present decisions’! But there’s one particular thought that struck me last night and it troubled me for a while. The question  : what am I contributing to the world?

It’s easy to get caught up in the daily events of life. “What should I cook for lunch?” “We need to buy laundry detergent.” Lucky is due for a vaccine.” Hmmm…  Each of these activities are important in themselves, but last night I began to wonder where they fit into the overall picture of the meaning of my life. Surely, when I die, no one is going to remember what I cooked for lunch on Sunday, May 7th, are they? No, I am not unhappy doing any of these things, just wondering how they matter?

And so the windmills kept on churning until I fell asleep.

Now to come to my reflections this morning. I realized that I am contributing something unique to the world – just by being me. The seemingly mundane tasks of my every day are all part of a larger picture.

It’s all a matter of perspective. You can see life as a series of chores. Or  you can choose to believe that all the little tasks are meaningful in themselves and all add up to a much bigger picture that is your life. I recall this story:

“Three people were at work on a construction site.All were doing the same job, but when each was asked what the job was, the answers varied.
‘Breaking rocks,’ the first replied.
‘Earning my living,’ the second said.
‘Helping to build a cathedral,’ said the third.”
– Peter Schultz

I know that I’ll think of something to over-think about soon enough! How do the windmills of your mind work?

Joining Sandee and Natasha for #WordlessWednesday – only my posts are never wordless!