Depression Pt.2 > Gravitational Pull

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I can feel impeding thoughts pull me in different directions, not knowing which direction to take.

 

“Why don’t you go run around the block, get a good cardio exercise in?”

 

“You know, you have some papers to file away….”

 

“Damn, I have to take time out my day to clean my room, I had let my clothes piled up for weeks.”

 

“Is smoking weed the best choice to take at this moment ?”

 

With each and every statement that echoes. I became imprisoned. No way to break away, I sat there,” will this action bring an outcome that will have a positive impact?”. You think on past memories and current plans. You let time pass you by, not taking action on any of the things you planned to do. This is the life of a chronic thinker, I lost my will to take action. Some people like to label it as depression, I like to call it being stuck within the “mental plane of existence”.  

 

Me being isolated in my mind, I let my task become a victim to procrastination. When the time to take action is now ! Why wait for action to take place, when the motion has not been set ? This is a mindset I have to live by. Stand up for yourself, do not let the thoughts ruin your day. Choose at least one action.

 

I chose, then my destiny is set on a crash course to a series of outcomes to be. Thinking of all what can go wrong and what can go right had relinquished from my thoughts.

 

Riches pass through the currency system as the water that flows through egypt rivers. The civilians of that nation wake every morning to catch fish by the river side. Will they idly stand by and let food slip from their grasp ? This is the way to eat. If a man do not fish he do not eat.

 

I myself sleep in everyday, waking up at least 11:00 am. Laying there until 12pm, thinking has left me paralyzed. I know I need to make a choice but not know which way to turn. Sometimes the answer is in your face. I know the answer is in my face, I just have to know how to take it for a feast.

 

The diner plate talk to me in my sleep…..

 

“Your food is becoming cold as the minutes pass by.”

 

This is the most expensive dish that only the royalist of worldly conquerors have sink their teeth into.”

 

“The only thing you have to do is decide to pick up your fork to eat within this feast.”

 

I respond back half woke…

 

“How can I eat if there is no fork ?”

 

“My nigga, these forks are no where around for me to find”

 

Until, I woke my eye, move in faith, saw my opportunity, then dominated. I had to seek Light for Motivation

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