Things are looking a bit blurry again. Like I've forgotten things in my rush out the door. I'm constantly leaving, but I run right back. It all comes back to the same place. But how can I make that distinction? Where I was is not where I am now. Because I'm here and that's that. Even though it's the same bed, the same place of employment and the same houses I venture into day in and day out, it's still not all the same thing. Because I'm here. I'm not in a house, in a chair, staring in an Eastern direction. I'm here. So why am I wasting my time going through doors still?
I'm never in a rush anymore. It feels wonderful. I can flounder and splash as this mind lets me. But it's army time. This soldier needs to be whipped into shape. I don't have to wait a week or a month to join; the time is now. Those habits become a singular, distinct motion of my arms, legs and extremities. I finally notice them. Guess they aren't habits anymore!
I'm never in a rush anymore. It feels wonderful. I can flounder and splash as this mind lets me. But it's army time. This soldier needs to be whipped into shape. I don't have to wait a week or a month to join; the time is now. Those habits become a singular, distinct motion of my arms, legs and extremities. I finally notice them. Guess they aren't habits anymore!