Blindly Composing Reality

Why are we programmed to constantly think about what comes next? 

Our minds are so focused on what could be, what might be, and what should be. Its infectious of our entire persona, it takes over our membranes and restrains us each and every day. We are so constrained and so unable to see the opportunity in flexibility, the comfort in each step we take, because we are not inspired by the journey, but obsessed with the destination.


Where's the reality in that? There is no reality in a race ran blind, a paper written asleep, a meal cooked with no ingredients. Its the substance of the makeup that create a clear reality in the end. What's the point in obsessing over a destination when we, ourselves, don't know what it is?


We spend our days in a crazy ambition, in a blur of misunderstood fury centered around dreams which we cannot translate into a language. We spend our days struggling with the right questions to ask, the right answers to give, and the right things to say. What would happen, if we decided to focus on each moment as it came?


The moments would be that more precious, and they would never disappoint, because they were not formerly a preconceived perfection. The breaths drawn in, and blown out would move with the fluidity at which we took them, without breaks and inconsistencies. We would see our worlds transform into seconds, spread out over periods of time, and we could better analyze both the accomplishments and failures that bring us joy in the end.

More than the destination, or even the small steps in our journey, is understanding the motivation behind each of our own personal determination. 

Spinning recklessly can result from extreme caution if we choose to display wild forms of uncertainty in each move we make. 

Failing miserably can result from determination if we choose to misinterpret our own ambition.