All my life, I have been indecisive, taking excessive consideration with each and every decision, no matter the breadth. And yet, long after the conclusion, I seem to allow my mind to become commandeered with thoughts of alternative scenarios and outcomes, if only I had chosen differently.
An excerpt from my writing notebook stated…
I haven’t written in my notebook in over a month, until today in the mid-afternoon. I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to write down the thoughts that have been circling my mind for quite awhile, but were never written down.
Call it what you will, I realize now, more than ever before in my life that I hold a force I can’t contain.
Try as I may, it seems as if I can never stop or slow down the constant observations and introspection, of which I seem to form associations between those often insignificant observations of daily life, internal emotions and/or thoughts, and memories of the past. Some might claim that this is representative of a successful writer, an artist, or a lunatic.
The header image was from A Light From Above (Edit), which was taken in 2011. This article was inspired, in part, by an excerpt from my writing notebook, dated July 13, 2015; book 2, page 145.