Every day, I find myself standing still, not because I lack direction, but because I have too many paths I could take. My mind is a vortex of creativity, swirling with ideas so vivid and compelling that choosing one feels like an injustice to the others.
As the clock ticks, I remain motionless, not out of indecision but from an overabundance of inspiration. It’s a paradox, really – the more creative I am, the less I seem to do. I’m caught in a whirlwind of ‘what ifs’ and ‘could bes,’ each more tantalizing than the last.
I waste time not by doing nothing, but by contemplating everything. Each thought is a universe unto itself, demanding exploration. And so, I stand there, a statue of potential, lost in the cosmos of my own creativity.
But is it truly a waste? In these moments of stillness, I am a philosopher, a dreamer, a visionary. Perhaps the world’s greatest journeys began with someone, somewhere, standing still, lost in thought.
So, I embrace this paradox, knowing that from this apparent stillness springs forth the boundless energy of creation. After all, a single chosen idea, once pursued, can change everything.
Natal Galvan 