Trying to make Sense

Sometimes writing doesn't come as easy as it seems. Even a short text like this one can be hard to compose. Now, for example, is one of those times. My mind seems to be wandering from thought to thought, uncertain where to stay and grow, and therefore causing a widely spread chaos. That's the funny thing about thoughts, I think. One idea leads to another, and if you're not careful you might end up with a lot of them, but can't make sense of any of them. It's not that easy, and sometimes it feels like work.

That's pretty much where I am these days. There's a list of things I need to take care of, another list of things that I should take care of, and a whole other list of things that I actually want to take care of. That's three lists already. Every day I'm trying to act and work as efficiently as possible to cross things off. And I'm not complaining here, because frankly most of those things are for my own good. I'm just saying that I'm not able to write as much and as freely as I would like to.

But I guess that's just how things are these days. And I'll still be happy to be that busy. I mean, at least I do have a list, or three, for that matter, that I can work off. Not that I wouldn't find anything to occupy myself with if I didn't have them, no no, there's tons of things that I'd like to do instead, but I'm sure that there are also people out there who are sick of trying and tired of waiting. People who have lost their motivation long ago. But not here. I know that the sky is blue above those dark rainy clouds.