So I started this off in a way that was far too familiar to me and so I scrapped the start of this bit of writing. Admittedly I did not lose many words but it still feels like a large wipe for some reason. Maybe I’m just thinking about it in the wrong way. Maybe I’m not, but maybe I am. Not sure and probably won’t work it out but sometimes it is good to ponder and all that other stuff.

I wanted to get a start on things a bit earlier today but was unable to do so for reasons and so now I’m starting now. It’s a bit late in the evening – I’d much rather be winding down at the moment – but I think I’ll get to the end of this and then toward the next thing… assuming I don’t decide to start again again.

I wonder what would’ve happened had I followed those words I’d typed out before I removed them from this space. I wonder how the writing would’ve turned out. Quite possibly better than this, but also quite possibly worse. I’ve chosen to go down one path and close off another and so now I go down this one which is less about following its own path and more about wondering what was on the other path, which in a way is its own path but you get the idea.

So now I sit here and wonder if I did the right thing. Sure, I feel like this is something better to follow as, based on the words I had typed I felt I was going to write something that was something that would be far too familiar in a sense, but perhaps this also is far too familiar and really all I’m doing is deluding myself into believing otherwise. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do though, or something.

So I wonder as I weave through paths what paths I am taking and I wonder as to what happens to a path I don’t take. Maybe there is some sort of split off in terms of universes or something and one is full of possibilities. That said, the one I follow is full of both possibilities firmly rooted in reality, and whilst it can be good to think of what choices aren’t made, I’m doing okay where I am and I think it’s a bit better.

Actually it could be worse. Could be much worse. Perhaps there is a great deal of danger that I keep throwing myself into. I don’t know and now that I think about it I’m not sure if I want to know. Maybe I should try and go back to what was instead of doing this. Really not sure. Not sure anymore.

I think it is time to reverse time and take the other path, but then again I might find myself in the same predicament. As that too is possible, I think I’ll just keep going forward.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:18:22

Not good, not bad, but certainly lacking.

Written at home.