thoughts

Doubt is like a huge mess of boulders blocking the road. Excitement builds as you round the last corner to your anticipated destination. The city lights fill the darkness like a setting sun in the distance. You slow for the curve, then press the accelerator slightly as you near the end of the turn, trembling with…ROCKS. Nothing but rocks. No way around it with the car. You can only walk. And that will take a long time. You just wanna give up. Maybe this trip wasn’t worth it. Maybe this is a sign.

I look at the last line I wrote on a script and all see is huge, mossy, boulders. So much doubt.

Every rational thought I can muster to appease my doubt seems silly in the luminous cloud that blinds me. So much doubt. So many reasons to stop.

Doubt is fear in it’s most passive form. Everything is affected. Everything seems gray.

~ by kevinthomas on August 15, 2007.