I am a word person, so my mind is constantly filled with words seeking out their place in the universe. Individual words, unexpected combinations, short phrases with mysterious meanings.
And when one word or combination or phrase strikes me just so, it seems to be asking to be written down. And as a word person, I live to serve the word. So depending on the mood of the day, I will either pick up a pencil and one of my scattered notepads, or rest my fingers on the laptop keyboard and implore of these words, "Speak!"
Yet, although the words have wished it, and I have seconded the opinion, all too often nothing comes forth, or that which does is, to put it plainly, lame.
In this instance, the mind-numbing television shows and pointless wanderings on the web have won yet again. My mind is melting into a meaningless mush unless and until I deliberately act to stop it.
And I remember fondly those moments in the past when I would leave the computer to its own company and instead gaze out the window at a downpour of rain or sit in the park admiring the way leaves grow, change, and fall.
These are the perfect moments in life that are all too often missed and brushed aside for important things like shopping and TV and video games and internet perusal.
And after all these thoughts have passed through my mind, I resolve yet again to shun more and more the distractions that the world shoves in my face in favor of a more fertile and thriving heart, soul and mind.
