Brain Bridges

I don't really know how brains work.

All I can think how to explain is there's like a part of my brain that knows what I should be doing, how to do it, the steps to take. There's a part of my brain that is fully competent and well-versed in life-related activities, and if this part of my brain could take control, I'm sure I'd be progressing swimmingly.

But I'm not.

You see, there's another part of my brain. A part of my brain that sits, not doing much. It can see the other part of the brain, but it can't reach there. There's this bridge that it can't quite cross, to link the knowing and the doing. I'm not quite sure why it is, and surely, other brains are laughing at my brain, thinking my brain is stupid for not being able to cross that bridge, because they send neurones scurrying back and forth it all the time, they can't understand how my brain is seemingly refusing point blank to do so. It's such an easy task, isn't it?

They can't see the missing link, the fact that instead of a plank of wood, one part of the bridge is instead kept together by a pane of glass, tall, transparent and impossible to climb. It's plain to see the other side, the knowing what to do, the skills and steps necessary to achieve each part, but I just can't connect the two. I just can't and it's hard to explain because I don't really know how brains work. But there's a pane of glass and I can't get across. I don't have the energy to break through. I don't have the courage to jump the gap even if I could break through. So I sit here, frustrated, instead. I can see the other part of my brain, but I can't reach it.

I don't really know how brains work.

Flitterbox: The Jungle Book ~ Bare Necessities