As I sit by the window and dream, as I inwardly fashion my life, I am struck with the same feeling of doubt. Same uncertainty that has plagued me since forever. My heart follows the same pattern, oscillating between choices...this...that....this.
Possibilities.
Probabilities.
Realities.
I confuse myself, I lose the thread of thought and find myself frustrated. Enough I tell myself.
This.
This is what I want. Good or bad. Possible or not. This is what my mind will model henceforth and this is what I shall dream of.
And I stick to it. And now I add details.
Possibilities.
Probabilities.
Realities.
I confuse myself, I lose the thread of thought and find myself frustrated. Enough I tell myself.
This.
This is what I want. Good or bad. Possible or not. This is what my mind will model henceforth and this is what I shall dream of.
And I stick to it. And now I add details.
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