Disappearing Thoughts

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, content 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 pour it out in writing.

Then I have another thought...

and then another.

I add each one to the mess, and I mix it around a while.

Before I know it, I’ve made something.

One complete, concrete, meaningful thought,

Made from many small insignificant ones. 

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I didn’t know what I would write about when I began this post. I started with one small thought. And then I kept thinking and kept writing. Suddenly I had a short but complete blog post. So, if you are wondering, this is why I started a blog. I will force myself to have complete thoughts. I will force myself not only to start something, but finish it. I won’t let opportunities or thoughts disappear. They will mean something to me.

Maybe others will find meaning in them as well.