I like sitting quietly and being filled up with thought.
I like to write.
I like putting my thoughts in ink or type or whatever it is that makes them permanent.
If I don’t, I will soon second guess each and every one of them,
and they will all change.
Or worse,
They\'ll disappear forever.
Like a cracked, leaky jar, contents gets poured in and then leaks back out.
Useless thoughts scattered across the floor.
Waiting to get mopped up and wrung out.
I don’t want to be a leaky thinker.
I’d like my jar of thoughts to be used for something.
So when I get filled up with thought, I\'ll pour it out in writing.
Then I\'ll have another thought...
and then another.
I\'ll add each one to the mess, and mix it around a while.
Before I know it, I’ve made something.
One complete, concrete, meaningful thought,
Made from many small insignificant ones.