So, this urge has hit me to write. I don’t have any specific path for my thoughts to follow. No pressing image in my mind that I must get out onto this page.
But my fingers have been itching for a while to get running upon the keyboard. There is a deep soul-satisfying feeling I get deep inside when I see words that started their life in the vessels of my brain translate into the squiggly lines that have defined our mode of communication.
I am not striving for perfection.
Or excellence.
Or a meaning that will have you nodding along in agreement.
All I need right now is to be able to look at this document before me, read what I have written, and say, “Yeah. Okay. Alright.”
Because sometimes it is so damn relaxing to not have to strive to be ones best.
To be perfect.
To be the best you can be.
That game gets so tiring after a while.
The internal wheels in my being keep churning on and on and on. Struggling to keep up with this desire to keep going on. To keep climbing higher. To reach for the next milestone on this path that I am building brick by brick.
And so, today. Right now. With only myself in mind.
I write these words.
That have no purpose
Other than to just be.
And that is what this is.
The End.
Disjoint Wisdom 