I sit and contemplate why my mind will not rest but that only makes my mind go more.
I cannot meditate any longer. I sit and think of nothing, but nothing always turns into too much to handle. I make plans to sit and think of nothing, but the plans never follow through. My nothing belongs somewhere else because nothing never comes.
So my mind and I have a new relationship. I medicate it when it needs it. I silence it with distractions. I fill it full of dreams and it returns the favor by never stopping to remind me that the mind is full of nothingness that can never be nothing.