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To make something out of nothing. The opportunity keeps presenting itself, keeps arising. The mind keeps running, and all it wants to do is continue on with its stories. To create grandiose structures and dedicate itself to protecting their fragility. Like a fool, I sit here and I let it happen. “Let it be”, the thought says. Let what be? This erroneous activity? These castles made of sand? No more, I say. It creates tension, restlessness, dismay. It brings no good, and much bad. Furthermore, it is evidently a choice. It is an activity kept running out of habit, allowed to continue out of foolishness, and borne out of familiarity with its weight. To give time, to give space, to give allowance for life to carry out itself. In its own time. I catch myself trying to live the future ahead of itself. It’s so absurd I have to keep myself from laughing. All of these habits are really running amok, and here I sit convincing myself that really it’s not such a big deal if I create some more.