Sometimes I wonder if the wreck I’m watching is none other than myself. Come on, that’s absurd. Really? No no, I think there are times when each of us is a “wreck”. Or at least there are times when each of us goes through a wreck-like period. Well, it’s not so much a wreck-like period but a period of uncertainty and confusion and doubt and general blah-ness and…or maybe it’s not facing what I should be facing. Maybe I’ve faced it and it keeps facing me back. Can something face you back after you’ve already faced it? These are the kinds of unnecessary philosophical questions that drop in my mind.
I should go play more golf. No, golfing lends to too much time for thinking. That’s all I do, think. And wonder. And ponder. And every other synonym for thinking. Maybe that’s the wreck, the thinking. The thinking is a wreck and I think I can’t do a thing about it. Maybe the thing to do is to stop thinking.
I better go grab a snack and think about it. Peace.
