In Transit

There are times when every day feels a little less clear than the day before.  When we've run out of reasons and all we can ask ourselves is, "how do I live a life that is me?" A question met only with the quiet hum of an empty room.  Good thing time is transient.


the more lost we become, the larger the realm of possibility grows
difficult and frustrating as it may be to forge a path through that realm
the existence of possibility is the guarantee of tomorrow
take heart from that and stand up to the challenge
however you travel through your own confusion, move forever in that which is new
leave yesterday behind and make your own tomorrow

A.D.D. (aka: Animated Devious Distractions)

A.D.D. is pinpoints of light refracted off a prism onto outer surfaces of your conscious.

Like a cat, you leap--wanting to capture one long enough to examine the elusive creatures.  To loose the mystery.

Being nothing but a second-hand image of itself, the light that could be your thought slips carefree away.

Gain dominance over these dancing imps and voila!  Focus.

Attempt to focus #1: Stalk one point of light pretending that the others don't even exist.
careful. slowly. eyes on the prize--
                                                                                     --something moved over there!

fail.

Attempt to focus #2: Okay okay, there is too much refraction. dim the lights and concentrate on what's in front of you.
Darkness creeps in. The peripheral lights scurry together to form a group and in hushed tones discuss how to handle the situation.
[hushed]
just white noise.  you can work with white noise......

Voices rise, now they're arguing angrily and vying for the attention of the group.  The only one listening to anyone is you and you're listening to everyone.

fail.

Attempt to focus #3: The noise has gotten out of hand.  Crank up the music and drown 'em out.
Heart beats. Fingers type. Sentence one SUCCESS! sentence two...

... what, you thought you could pull a thought out of period space space?  Looks like you didn't pull fast enough and now the whole gang's onto your shenanigans.
"Phsss.  Ignore us?!"  They cry (for once, unanimous).  I'm more important than...and it crumbles back into the cacophony of angry voices.

fail.

Flip the lights back on. Sit back. Exjoy the ride.  Your cranial hybrid of work+play is battling over whose turn it is to power the system.  You're just the body.  Control?  Maybe next time they'll let you fool yourself.