Here I am. I am here. At work of course.

It is far more quiet than I expected that it would be, but such is the way of things when you are at work and there are no calls to take.

Well, there are some, but they are far and few between. Hope fully this means that I will get a lot of stuff that is not related to work done.

That is the hope.

Why?

Probably due to a lot of stuff outside of work that needs to be done and my complete and utter desire to be as lazy as possible right now.

Still, I shall project the images in my mind to somewhere else in order to envision another world and another place to be and thus a land of fantasy will be born, but hopefully it will be fantasy based on reality rather than fantasy based on fantasy.

Is it a fantasy if I am thinking of a place that exists and projecting myself as being there in the images in my mind?

It probably is still fantasy. Still, at the moment it is a fantasy that I want to have as a reality, but sometimes you don’t always get what you want and that is okay, for if we always got what we wanted, then there would probably be a lot less satisfied and fulfilled at the end of the day. It could also lead  to a  lot of complacency and that is not something that people should become accustomed to, if they have the ability to avoid it as much as possible.

Now, where was I?

I do not know, but I do know that I am sitting at my desk and I am typing away, which is not something out of the ordinary for me at this point. If I continue to write about the same thing over and over, do I really keep on growing as a writer?

Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. I do not know right now, but I do know that in trying to get this under five minutes, there is going to be a lot of crap and repetition to read, for my success does not rely on the quality, but the quantity and how fast I can reach the end. It is a race to the bottom and I am the only person participating in this silly little run that I have set up for myself.

Who will reach the wend before I do? Will it be the timer? Will it be the orange juice that I desperately wish that I had right now, sipping away  whilst thinking about the things that I indeed do think about on a daily basis?

Will it be my massive ego?

There is only one way to find out and there will be no quarter for those who do not see the way forward is the only way given the circumstances of me tripping over my fingers!

Possibly. Who knows?

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:14:55

Hmm.

I guess this is kind of works. Possibly.

Written at work.