I find that I always write because i am feeling emotional or because something is about to happen, once in a while I am about to embark on making some deep decision that will impact the rest of my life but then I write and get it out of my systems and it becomes just that., a thought or idea that has just gotten out of my system.
But poison like food colouring, like seeds of dreams never quite leave your system, they sometimes find a place to hide, often behind busy schedules, or responsibilities or daily necessities.
Someone said something so profound to me about potential, they had gotten that point of realizing that in that moment at that very place, they would not reach their full potential if they remained in that situation (environment)
See something happens or someone will say something in passing, and better yet in my case someone (wont) say something and it all comes back, that baboo shoot that has been growing under the soil finally breaks ground. To reach that sweet spot where your passion meets your commitments you would need to not be there anymore. ‘Not be there’ as a pose to leaving because leaving becomes such a process – have to just stop being there – there in mind – in spirit – in essence- in focus- in energy- in mind space-in virtue
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