So I started writing this and apparently the draft hadn’t updated and so I lost a very small amount of words, but that was enough for me to start over again. apparently. Don’t know why that was enough but it was and so I’ve started again in the hopes that I will be inspired to write something a little different to what I was already writing.

I hope that this is a branching path and taking this path will lead to something that is creative but I don’t think it will, if I am to be honest. I think what it will lead to is another desk with a few sterile walls and I’ll type out the same thing over and over again.

There’s that whole monkey with typewriters thing but I think what would actually happen is that the monkeys would just find particular keys that they like typing and hit those over and over again. Then again, maybe they wouldn’t. I don’t know and I don’t think I know enough to say something firm related to that scenario.

Then again, maybe I do.

Anyway, it’s cold and it may be raining at some point today. It’s not raining now but it may rain later. If it does, then that’s alright. That is okay. However, I’d prefer it doesn’t as I still need to get to the sterile space that awaits me and that may involve going outside multiple times. If it does and I have to go out in this weather and then it rains I won’t be happy. However, that may be part of this journey.

Maybe there is not meant to be any happiness but rather realisation of what lies within the self. Maybe that is what I’m meant to pursue through all of this and the sterile space is not what lies at the end of it all, but rather coming to terms with things and all that other stuff that makes me sound fancy and important and profound. Maybe through all of that I will come to an understanding of all and then I’ll become the best at everything of all time and then there will be no stopping me as I lead all along a path of their own choosing.

Actually I’d rather support than lead. Leading does have its place but when people are trying to realise things about themselves it is better not to lead them but support. It is their journey; more often than not it is better to not be telling them what they should and should not be discovering about themselves.

So anyway, I think I’ll head off to this sterile space and then dig into the floor a bit and find something else that is interesting. It does not have to be a place where I stop. I can keep on going but I need to work out how to keep on going. That’d be more interesting than sitting down and repeating myself for some long time.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:09:87

I feel like this has a flow and progression. Not entirely sure.
Perhaps not silly enough, or too silly. Also not entirely sure.

Written at home.