I want to do so much. Why does that, in itself, paralyze me?
In moments of quiet solitude I am perpetually overwhelmed with contradictory feelings. As the physical exhaustion begins to wear off, I often feel sheer joy when I reflect on my simple, blissful life. Yet in the same breath, I feel stifled and unaccomplished.
I tell myself that if I keep moving, unwanted thoughts won’t have time to creep into my conscience. But if I don’t stop to think, I am left wandering aimlessly. And we all know that unwanted thoughts are the most skilled at seizing our conscious minds.