Alright, here we go.
There is little time and I’m racing once more. Perhaps I can weave a narrative into this bit of writing that will allow for one or more goals to be achieved and with no one but myself realising, which of course would mean something fanciful, but it wouldn’t, so there you go.
Anyway, I need to stop pausing and keep on getting on with the getting on. If I keep on pausing then I am actively thinking a little too much and that is something that I am desperately trying to avoid as I am trying tog et this written in under a certain amount of time, but of course it is not working and I’m pausing a little too much, so therefore I need to think of some way to stop pausing.
I think that what I will need to do is get up, stretch and go for a walk and then go somewhere else and try and tie it all together somehow. maybe I could walk to the nearby service station and by stuff. I could contemplate what I buy and work out what I could make use of and what I could not need, and all that other stuff that goes along with the whole thing and so on and so forth.
Maybe this would be a waste of time so instead of going there, I should perhaps go and walk to the nearby reserve. Look in the canal that was created by human hands and look into the water and stare at my reflection. Maybe if I stare long enough I will be able to look inside and go a little too far into my own face. There would be things to see, but perhaps they would hold no interest to me, so therefore it might be a waste of time to look inside. Of course I would have to find a way to get out too and that would take some time; time of which I probably would not be bothered to spend on such an endeavour, so maybe instead of all of that I will go to the beach and go for a bit of an exploration there and see what I could find.
There might be some sort of cloud formation on the horizon that will distend and distort as it approaches and reveal itself to be some sort of dangerous storm that I would want to avoid, so try to avoid it I would, which may or may not be successful. It depends on how quickly I reach shelter, if I do indeed reach shelter at all. Maybe instead I would let the storm swallow me and I would stand there, being pelted by the water falling from the sky and I would scream my heart out in some sort of act of defiance and reaching catharsis due to the apotheosis I would be having do to the art of engaging within the art of emotional release and some sort of dramatic movement in time that I happened to be experiencing then and there. Of course it would not be able to be repeated in the exact same way that it had originally occurred, but I still would try somewhere else. Maybe on top of a mountain, or not on top of a mountain; I’m not sure yet as I am yet to get that far.
Instead of all of that, I could also try and find a way to go somewhere I am yet to go through the power of locomotion that involves my legs moving forward. There are plenty of places I am yet to see and the possibilities with this one are quite endless, so of course it is one of those “where do you go?” type of things and of course I would want to see where my legs would take me, but I wouldn’t want to plan it out other than choosing a direction to go in and then going in that direction as that would be fun, but only fun so long as somehow everything works out and I don’t get into any trouble on the way. Need to avoid the trouble and all that as trouble might cause issues and issues are what I’m looking to avoid on this journey of going somewhere I am yet to go.
I think that whilst all of this sounds fanciful, it might just be a waste of time for the time being as what I really should be doing is getting ready for work. Work commences soon and I need to take care of that, but maybe after the day is over I can then chase after what it is that I desire, assuming that right now I desire anything at all.
Of course I do, but that is beside the point at the current moment. What the point is is that I’m just exploring some things and trying to build myself back up so I can pull myself out of this spiral of increasing self-doubt that I walked into a few months ago and am now working on getting out as it’s something that I don’t want to be in as I find it to be quite destructive to the art of getting things done and working on things that improve my ability to get things done, and so on and so forth.
Anyway, I think that that is where this whole bit of writing should end. There are other things that I need to take care of and I’m going a little slower than I had hoped, but sometimes that is the way things go and I can own that. I’m working on things and working on thigs is good as it means that I am working on things and perhaps it means that some more will get done and I can then be content until I feel restless again, which is quite often, so I’ll just keep on going, or something.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:38:42
This was a bit of a struggle to write, but I’m okay with that as it didn’t feel like I was stretching to reach the word target so much as I felt I was trying to get started.
I was hoping for something a bit more fantastic, but it didn’t happen. I’m still content with what I wrote, however.
Written at home.