Ever sit down to write with so much in your head it keeps coming out drivel? Yeah, me either. I did not just sit here for 2 hours writing and deleting, cause I can’t get the thoughts in my head straight. You know, where you think in quick flashes of the image and outcome you seek and grasp for but is replaced by the next image so fast you can’t give it words. You can try to seize control of it and beat it out in a straight line or into some semblance of normalized rational thought. But it’s too wild and fragmented for that. Wild... yeah, that’s what it is. It’s the primal side of your being trying to respond to something it does not want to comprehend or gestate or else communicate to you what you’re feeling. A bitter pill that you have to chew on. You can raise your mind to meet it but that thing inside you tears it apart as if it were threatening its very existence. You jump up four the billionth time and pace trying desperately not to destroy everything you come into contact with as it takes hold of you. You use the strength of that beast within to restrain it, knowing it could turn on you in an instant. The truth is... we want to dance with the devil by the pale moon light. Not because we really want too... but because we’ve been told we’re not supposed too. It’s the forbidden thing that keeps us reaching into those thorns. Sometimes we get caught up in a whirlwind of a suggestion. We let that suggestion build itself into an idea that seems to hold all the answers to our salvation. It is distorted thinking leading us down the wrong path. Not the wrong path as “they” see it, but the wrong path for us. But, we’ve convinced the beast inside, because we are so much more clever that it is, that this path is laden with fruits ripe for the picking. We tell ourselves “yes, that’s what I want”, before we’ve slowed down to examine the stone upon which we are about to step. Tread carefully here, for the rabbit hole holds wonders yes, but terrible retribution to those who enter it blindly. Remember that image you’ve conjured? Pull back the screen upon which you play that little cinematic gem. You’ll see the truth behind it. The carefully constructed lies, the self serving quagmire masquerading as the truth which exists of your own creation and serves only to draw you in until it is too late.
Act not in haste, but out of careful consideration and deliberation.
