I fear death over and over again. Thinking if I torture myself now enough with it I can avoid it. Time lost forever just mulling over all the risks and then when those risks are debunked looking at something on the fringe that might hurt me. That’s my life - avoiding a tragic death. Yet I am my own tragedy, walking on my hands just to keep my feet from getting dirty. I can’t avoid the thought it’s internal. I can’t possibly remove all the risks. Just when everything is sanitary a muddy shoed inspector can come to check my access to the fire escape. How do I clean him? He refuses to take off his shoes leaves and now what if there’s a fire?
What am I avoiding?
Self fulfillment
Why?
Because it’s different
So what ?
So what what?
So what’s the difference?
Change is an acknowledgment of time. I don’t like time passing. I refuse to pass with it. Procrastination is the protest of the indifferent.
What am I avoiding!!!