Scatterbrainy

Philosophy(a) about literature, language and discarded moments from the junkyard of my mind

I think, therefore I am not

I make promises to myself every day.

Silent, shy promises and nobody can ever hold me to them.

I tell myself to write more, write better, to really write.

I say I will follow my dreams, go where my passions take me.

And I promise to be proud of myself, to always be myself,

even when it's inconvenient and problematic.

Somehow, I put much more effort into these promises, than writing, passion and pride.

I write occasionally, feel slightly passionate and sometimes catch myself putting myself down.

Rather than do, I think about doing.

I think so much about actions I should take, there's no space to actually do.

So I do other things.

And I keep thinking.

Promising.



some day.