A pointless journey
How to think? When the limits of our thoughts are a subject for thought itself: with what strategy can one construct thoughts? There were times in the past when the context was determined and the motivation flowed freely. Perhaps one should recall (or even seek out) these contexts? Because these contexts themselves suggest a strategy — at least to those who fetishise a calm and honest reflection.

The limits of our thoughts (that were once quite unthought…) always seem to eventually become apparent. Simply by the natural action of a healthy existence the ultimate regions of conciousness get a closer look. How silly they seem now? Perhaps worse: how frequently is the soul longing for a goal and a bit of clarity amonst the darkness actually drawn into a space too bright and simply put: too monotonous? Even worse when there is another keen to share their light… How lucky we are then that life presents us with the ultimate darkness? A setting that expands at a rate proportional to its size. Our little lantern curious in the exponential expanse.

If only I could learn to treat this context in the same manner as the contexts of my youth. If only I could become calm, concentrated and focused on something that mattered.
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['Journal', 'Diary']