Recently I realized that I have spent my life creating endless dialogues and stories in my mind for my own private entertainment. This unexpected awareness has me fiddling with the prospect of writing these ramblings down. This could be a new adventure.
However, to go on an adventure will take trust. And what better to try out trust on, than on something that is really nothing. Thoughts have no tangible existence.
Yet, their nothingness must have a somethingness, because it creates in me, a wake you up in the dead of the night panic. It must be that this something, which I try to pretend is nothing, is me.
So, until I desire to be something more than nothing; to abandon my anonymity. I will have a difficult time embarking on a truly grand adventure.