I am caught in a storm of my own thoughts. What is the correct way of behaving? Which thoughts will lead me to enlightenment? Is there a path forward that involves more laughter? More happiness? More peace? Have the choices I've made been adequate? In line with what she taught me? Am I giving too much importance to unimportant things? Did I somehow lose sight of my true purpose? Perhaps hiding wasn't the most prudent decision ... but for it to cause such a ripple effect of unfortunate events ... I would have never imagined. Maybe that is my downfall. A lack of imagination. I used to think there was nothing I wasn't willing to do, yet for the life of me, I cannot envision the unravelling of my Gordian knot. A standstill like any other. A face-off between what is, and what ought to be.
