You wake up to an invader that came out of the blue, asking things of you. You suddenly realize all of these things that seem like an epiphany of outcomes and possibilities.
You were surprised, but over time, the invasion became so frequent that you felt it necessary, as if it was something you needed to keep going.
And over the years, each thought blessed you with decisions and options to do and make. And yet you rarely ever do.
They say no, this is bad and horrendous, and yet you go for it anyway. They say yes, this is amazing and exactly what you need, and yet you leave without ever doing it.
You grow old of this fight, that, at some point, you fall in love with the yes and no of thinking more than the reality unfolding because one is consistent in its intrusion while the other is constantly uncertain.
That is the story of thought. The invader you need who has all the answers you seek, even though you sought none of them or did any of it.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~