Can you distill indifference? And if you could, is that what would be the base for procrastination? I stand and the world is at my feet, but damn am I comfy sitting down right now. Somewhere along the way I became unplugged. I'd like to go out into the garden and collect enthusiasm like Easter eggs and whip up the most colorful omelet every seen. I'd like to, but I'll probably just stay right here until dinner.
I've said this too many times, but the people who do are the people that set out to do. It is the setting out that, I think, makes all the difference. The rest of us dream, make plans, prepare for something big that's just around the corner. And yet, I can't be sure what's around the corner of the average street corner, who am I to think I can predict my own future. But we don't think of it that way.
I'm horrible at intuiting how I will feel in the future. I work primarily off of my feelings at the time. And why not? Because it isn't enough anymore to follow a bliss or play to the heart. Even the sunniest, happiest, most natural path can lead to dark places, and now I can't help but question the purest of intentions.
