I suddenly remember now as a split minute ago that I came to this choice by no chance.
I have been choosing this for lack of choice.
The 'tool' which I now remember very effectively is quite the obstacle in actually trying to do the very basic of all things of things we make do or make believe.
The deception here of course is that we cannot adapt to a chore because it involves volunteering against our will. When placed into perspective this becomes a 'obstacle' because by attuning to it we realign our attention to something forcefully not wanting to do but doing it is the only means to surrender all procastinations.
Two paragraphs later and hours trying to get the most mundane of maintaining structure / principle on a day's job by adhereing to expectation, the obstacle that was on my taskboard (interestingly the auto correct changes that to 'taskbar') was quite the very effective obstacle in things of things I make believe in.
It is really no simply simple and not that simply sort of simple. Simply put it is what I volunteer to do because it gets me across from point to point. Now the tool that I was tasking about... sorry talking about was just this kind of simple example of how cataloging became over our smart times the mundane routines of Monday routines. Yet I push through all these tasking and asking myself often why I couldn't choose this yet I arrive to choose this.
I volunteered again. Moving over tool to tool over time to time, I chose this task to chase this make do of make believing that I can progress more and postpone less. But when I introspect it, it bothered me that these were the reason that make my day mundane. and the avoidance was pittence due to adaptability. Where now the familiarity of natural objects are making me constantly compare.
What am I getting at? Familiarity and naturality. Now if I become choosie why the mail never bothers me even though being a mudane of mailing that happens by the minute across the workspaces all over. It is not volunteering, it is simply the make belief that it will get me across point this to point that. The 'tool' thus is not a choice, the task is.
Perspective: Why now then after six paragraphs and a week 'long' drill of do this, done, do that, done, do it again, done, do to do again, done again, I took chances so as to push these prolongation of problem dissolving solutions to actual solutions to problems i have been completely incapable of acknowledging....
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Now where was I? Does it matter where was I? What matters is where I'm not belonging. Belonging here means be longing to believe that this task at hand if done would make believe that I making it happen.
Then after a day 'long' of task toggling tossing between intermittent tasks which presented another immediate task, I stumbled to believe again. Yes this is it! These tools paved the way of something I found inadequacy of it make me believe that I needed it to make it happen. I belonged here, were I felt lost a week ago. What happened where was I then and where am I now. I am simple present.
"Yes Ma'am!" I'm present. The class work has resulted in a result. The chance inevitability becomes a choice. Now these tools sitting on the taskbar where I volunteered to place them instinctively played their part. The decisiveness of my believing half superseeded my behavior. There is long road here where in the hind sight the distance is fathomable. But it doesn't make believe that the horizon is near by our belief system will never let us reach the sky let alone the distance. But never before than ever the daily mundane of these intermediate challenges makes our make belief of doing something have some meaning.
These unaccounted teeny tiny of time eating tasks are in totality the involuntary actions which we choose to get 'along' because we don't have a choice. Choicelessness choosing is taking chance. These chances change our course of action or affect inaction. This is how the world pedals itself to steer a foot cycle further.
Now imagine if I had to pump the air in the tyers first, put the cycle chain on the wheel hooks, adjust the seat belt, adjust the handle height, fasten the break wires and pedal a steep slope upward, we would rather consider running to point that than sweat it at point this.
Obviously with the lack of a map or a direction, distance is the factoring of our faint of minds. So the choicelessness alters our ability to perform. We put in the extra hours to fill these gaps which connect the dots or so we believe because these dots are actually the missing 'points' in the map. We are trying to connect the lines and without a map there is no direction.
What?? "But I know what I'm doing, I just feel I'm not sure where I'm going!".
This is the task of asking of oneself that there is point to this. This line i'm drawing is going to get me somewhere. And when I see things in perspective I see I have carved the lines anyhow. That routes reached ends but the idea is not completely dead. And this is the habit of keep going. The 'pathfinder' here was all 'along' the original task which we never really put down.
Picture: Mistakes are not really inevitable. They are the results we could have avoided. Now let us ask ourselves again... "But I always knew what I was doing! Did we?". Welcome again to the "do this, done, do that, done, do it again, done, do to do again, done again".
To picture this we need imagination. It is a indescribable instinct that drives us forward.
We must picture the paths thats we objectifyingly will to draw. We must picture the map, we must paint the brush with a belief that the canvas we are working on will result in a picture we intend to see and that is not faint of mind but the faith of heart. This involves mistakes. This is how we learn. This is 'organic learning'.
This how we redesign our goals and realign our paths. Without the belief system in making there no motif. Every pursuit of advancement requires a vision only those who advance in the 'undrawn' direction only they can see can really advance. Imagination, Instinct and intelligence are the cog wheels of the vehicle we are steering and the road just like with every discovery ever made is always not taken before.
To be continued…
