I am this imaginary pen – cross section of Mark’s brain, perhaps his inkwell too – spilling when least expected, leaking when most protected, exploding and projected from synapse to synapse, from lapsing to napping.
Am I expecting too much, or not enough? Of myself, of others? Yes. Both. All the above.
We all get to look inside – but sometimes we avoid, deflect or distract to focus on figuring someone out, figuring something out.
Focusing too much attention on too many things, or not enough attention on enough things?
What can I do differently today – so I’ll feel I’ve made real progress making myself, my world and someone’s human condition just a little bit better?
And you, what are you focused on?
Each time we embark on new things, new days, new people … self-inflicted conflicted thoughts intrude/invade when least helpful. Or perhaps the most instructive. Which is it? Can we tell, should we know – or is this some natural evolution of our lives where we have zero control?
I want to focus my attention on tasks and projects at hand, want to focus on those who matter most, want to focus on my place in this world – my responsibility to play some role. And to focus on my inner strengths, inner demons – in search of wholeness, completeness and fulfilled-ness, we look in corners to sweep out cobwebs and junk in search of gems, we scan everything in search of something – and least expected thoughts arrive at least expected times and place, least expected faces, there is revelation what would make religious zealots squirm in deference to its power, its impact and its revelations.
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