The Deceitful Art of Thinking

As a man of this century – I think I think too much.

Making decisions about decisions instead of grabbing the situation by its throat.

No, I plan carefully and allow no natural flow of hesitation to make its way into my well-structured life.

Repetitive actions replace my heartbeat.

And insight and overview have long numbed the last drop of my adrenaline.

Then waiting, I think, is how I spend my life.

Waiting for my life to start.

Entrusting my fate to a stage called security – one that’s now become my condition of captivity.

Or so, at least, I think…