One of these days my hands are probably going to tell me to stop racing so much and take a bit of time to sniff the flowers, so to speak, heh.
I don’t even know as to what I’m on about, but let’s just go with it this morning. Little else to go about and all that other stuff, other than the jazz that I so desperately want to consume, but there is so much of it and so little of me. Such is the conundrum, or something.
Anyway, once more doing the racing thing. Once more doing the thing that I said I was trying to stop doing, but sometimes that is the way that these things go. It’s raining outside. Bit of a weird storm. Coming and going in some sort of cycle. Clouds can’t decide if they want to stay or go, but sometimes that is what clouds do. Of course clouds don’t think, but I’m going to pretend that they do as that makes it easier form me to keep on going and pretend that this is some sort of quality but of writing that everyone in the whole wide world will enjoy.
Perhaps I need a map to navigate this whole mess. Need a map to get around the wall that I seem to think that I can keep on walking through even though time and again I am unable to walk through it. Perhaps I need to run into it and then tackle it so that it falls over, then apologise, help it back up and walk around it, therefore finding some sort of acceptable solution to the dilemma at hand. That would be a good idea if this indeed was a mappable problem, though it is and I am just trying to waste some time. Well, I’m not, but you know what I mean. Just trying to see if I can do this and produce something that is worth reading.
Most of the things I write aren’t worth reading but that is not the reason as to why I write them. I write them as I enjoy writing. There is little else to it. Well, there is plenty else to it all, but that is mainly the main reason as to why I produce these diatribes of drivel.
Now that I have once more revealed the revelation, I don’t know as to where I should go from here. So many options, so many routes and can only pick one at a time. Sometimes that is the best way to proceed, but sometimes you need to sit down for a bit before you do pick an option. You don’t want to get lost, after all. I don’t want to get lost. However, sometimes you do need to get lost in the art and joy of writing as you don’t know as to where you’ll end up if you don’t. Not everything should be something you’re aware of, destination-wise. Knowing all means you’re learning less.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:24:59
This is a mess.
I was doing really well for time up until the last sentence which led to me slowing right down. Oh well.
Written at home.