amusing musing.
It’s confusing, really. The not-knowing of things. The incomplete thoughts and desaturated feelings. The emotions that bubble at the surface but don’t translate into words.
You’re free-flowing and endless. There’s no start to who you are and no end either. The world is bound only by the structure of thought.
Yet something obstructs this flow. Something from within. A sentiment that vaguely introduces itself.
Why does sentiment flow, even though its meaning stays concealed?
It’s abstract.
The world painted by the thoughts of a confused mind. The absence of a purpose can have a lot to do with it. But in my experience, even a strong purpose can take a backseat, once in a while.
Your instinct is in the driver’s seat. Where will it take you?
It’s tricky for an open mind to survive in a world full of clichés and mediocrity. Mediocrity sticks. Creativity takes some work.
Can you change the flow of thoughts in your head? If so, how?
Can you get rid of the endless swirling of the same cocktail of unfulfilled ambitions and past sense of glory?
Can the mind be more present in the present?
If so, how?
Can writing help grasp the flow of your thoughts or merely reflect it without you having control?
Like I said, your instinct’s in the driver’s seat. “Do you got airbags?”
There’s always a lot left to question, but let me leave you with one for the road.
Can the world around you become more sentient than you or will the brain always grasp only so much, perpetually leaving humanity in the quest for more?
Fin.
