Fleeting Thoughts

I thought I had learned everything about myself that there is to explore. Yet everyday I continue to learn more about my psyche that I had not yet revealed. Not even to my own self. 

I had never known why I felt the need to expose my thoughts. I had never known why I felt the need to let out my opinions. I believe I have now realized letting out thoughts is simply therapeutic to my complex and occasionally unsettled mind. 

I understand my words truthfully carry a minimal amount of weight. Sometimes however, there is a taste of gratitude one receives when they find a location for their next words to land. 

I understand the number of eyes that I always have looking upon myself. I understand the number of eyes that I always have on the statements I make. Presumably that’s why finding a palette for the expressions I decide to make helps me. Because I know there must be a soul out there willing to listen to what goes through my spirit. 

I now understand there is a beauty in vulnerability. There is a beautiful nature inside of one’s transparency. It is a beautiful sight when one is admitting their insecurities to others. 

We are all complex individuals. None of who are perfect. 

Everybody has a different perception of what they view as “common sense.” Everybody has a different perspective of this beautiful yet cruel planet we all inhabit. We must all be more understanding of each other’s perspectives and how complex they may in fact be. 

I have heard some of the comments that people have made about myself. I very well know that what I have heard doesn’t even come close to everything said about me behind my back. 

As time continues to push on you learn that sometimes your best convictions are best left unspoken. You realize silence is often a golden present. Perhaps that makes me a hypocrite for so publicly exposing the things in which I ponder. 

I don’t believe I know where my comfort zone is anymore. I ponder if I will ever locate it once again.

Since my youth I have had an immaculate fear of the unknown. Yet through my coming of age I have now learned to always remain faithful in the articles of life which are unknown. 

I have a multitude of canvases at my disposal to express my thinking. Yet I always feel as if I need another. My mind is always primarily focused on what is next. Maybe that says more about myself as an individual than it does about my notions themselves. 

Sincerely Yours. 

Sean