Less Thinking, More Living

She thinks and thinks some more. She questions the idea, considers the what-ifs, assumes the worst. She fears her coronary heart might also fail her, that life threatens her lifestyle.

Bound through her perspectives, her mind races at high velocity in a hundred one of a kind instructions. Each idea lays a slab on her shoulder. The extra she thinks, the heavier it gets. The imaginary weight pulls her down till she will’t take every other step.

She conceals herself out of happiness a million times, letting worry creep its manner into her consciousness — the devouring monster that comes alive after the sun goes down. Her mind spins like a musical mild-up carousel.

She spends lots of time thinking however much less time doing — predicting every possible outcome, comparing each possible mistake, preventing every viable failure.

Life comes to a halt even as she sits, watchfully expecting the right moment — that in no way comes.