In a cyclone of words and stirring, passionate expressions that I, by and large, want to express, I try to imply the craziness of what boils unfathomably deep. It’s immensely uncalled for or might even be just musings of a deranged, simply, distant mind. It’s just plain insanity. How in the world do I find myself in such situations that sometimes deprive me of the little quiet I need? It’s almost impossible to think about anything else. The many things that go on, the unrelenting social sparkle, political junk and the occasional devilish impulses do try to derail a perfectly flawed persona.
No matter the thought, it’s always impossible to recall everything that goes on in a span of a few minutes and try to remember what it that got me so neurotic in the first place. Maybe it’s an exercise or maybe it might be that I’m trying harder than usual to just run out of energy. The whole effort comes to no fruition and seldom becomes something useful anyways.
I can’t wait for tomorrow when I get back on those crimps and slopers and long reaches, or the occasional dyno. Thoughts would fade and marginal sanity is restored. My batteries get charged and once again I’m able to capitalize on some fine good moments to reload my whole spectrum a further. Centering becomes so easier when I’m out climbing. There is a solitary mindful approach and that relieves me of the relatively hasty multi-tasking environment I’m drenched in.
|"Familia Manson" - Rodellar, Spain|
|A small gash|
|First layer of taping before trying again|
As anticipated this stroke of reflection ends and so does my caffeine high. What’s next is to come around tomorrow, awaken to a new day that once again would try to re-administer several new vitamins and minerals to chew on.