I was going to try and knock out a story or two this morning, but feeling it I am not.

I am preparing to stop, drop and roll my way to freedom, but the freedom I am looking for cannot be found, or something.

Perhaps it can be found and I am merely not looking as hard as I should.

This is something that I need to consider.

No, we’re not going down that train of thought again.

I shall look for the grass, I shall look for the sky, I shall look for something that opens itself wide to pleasantries.

Perhaps this is something within myself, or something.

I need to reach the wilds and roam the oceans and make my way through the unbound mysteries of which I seek.

I need to get to wherever it is that I am looking, close my eyes and then open myself to the experience that opposes that which I am allowing to hold myself back.

There will be the beauty of nature all around me and I am a small, insignificant person in the grand scheme of it all. I can only experience and record. I can do little else, for I am bound by my being, yet the nature itself is an expansive force that reaches far beyond what we could ever conceive and we are all merely powerless to its massiveness.

I am thinking far beyond what I normally would in a morning, but there are always other ways through a navigational plane that allow direction and misdirection, but then again if the birds are singing their mating songs and the rodents are reaching with their feet, then perhaps there is always some form of hope yet.

Perhaps there are ways of looking at the walls and seeing how they twist and turn and form new paths without taking up more space.

There is a way to find out and getting through them will lead to something greater than a meager experience, assuming that one has the knowledge to be able to divine the experience from the task.

I think that this shall be something that needs to be set forward in some way, and yet I am not sure as to how to proceed. My feet shake as I tremble. I look for the right action and yet all that comes to me is the flailing of the limbs.

All that comes in my moment of trying is the flailing of the limbs.

However, there is a form of steadiness that I can embrace and so long as I hold confidence, the mountain I am raising will be cleaved in two and forward I shall be able to move. I shall move forward and look toward what is set in front of me and I shall embrace it with all that I can.

I shall embrace it and into its vision I shall walk. I shall walk with confidence and step away from that which I will leave.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:36:65

So I started off with a specific idea in ind and then I balked and then I went back into fiction, but something completely different.

It’s okay.

Written at work.