Random thoughts filter through the darkness of my mind
like flickers from an old fashioned black and white movie,
they sputter, flash and shimmer, and suddenly they are gone.
I have noticed that as I continue to age my thought processes have slowed down. I still have great passionate thoughts, and still write with immense feeling, but all the while I know something has changed. My thoughts seem to have cooled in their intensity. The fiery ardor I had for everything in life when I was young; I now experience with a more practiced eye. Instead of a raging fire out of control, there is now a manageable bonfire that burns within a prescribed burn.
I no longer act irrationally before I think. I write lists and follow them, making changes along the way to expand my thoughts progression. I think about everything. I ponder life and wonder what more can I learn, experience, feel? I want more of everything, material things not included. Less is somehow the new “more” for me. I have discovered what I wanted most. My gift is writing ~
7/5/2014 Image from http://eandt.theiet.org/magazine/2012/08/the-final-reel.cfm