Pensieve.
In a relatively bad mood now. A "snit", you may term it. It isn't the sort of bad mood where you'll rail around the room, in wild random destruction like an untracked locomotive. Rather, its the silent, dark, moodiness of the quiet of the night.
Been thinking a lot lately, about all sorts of things, macro and micro, personal and societal. I believe strongly that an active, critical mind is essential for any form of success in every aspect of life. However, its hard to know when you're thinking too much, and its time to just stop thinking and start doing.
And when you think, reflect, analyse, digest.. where is your outlet? Do you write it down in a diary? Blog it for the world to see? Save your essays in your hard drive? Or do you tell somebody? Have a sounding board? And then, who do you tell? Who will care about your thoughts? Who can meet you mind to mind? Who has hidden agendas? Who, who, who?
Different ideas in different categories are dealt with differently. Different ideas in identical categories are dealt with differently too. Some musings are meant to be aired, some notions locked away. Some ideas you share with friends to develop, some reflections just need a listening ear.
Some thoughts stay with you forever; others fade away in the morning mist.
I just wish for moments of greater clarity, lucidity. Where I can sift through my troubled mind as it pitches, tosses, ebbs and flows... and net out the gems of inspiration, the seeds of initiative, that will bring me to the better place I foresee.
posted by Đirestraits @ 2:02 am
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