the other night i dreamt about a river. clean & clear. 2 rivers actually.
flowing through my house. i could see them through glass floors.
& as i looked at them i thought, fuck they’re clear & clean ..
i should get my camera.
then i just stood there thinking .. i’ll have to go upstairs, find the new batteries, change the batteries & then come back down to take the photo/s. the river could have changed by then. ? .
then the next thought was : is it more important to get a photo or just view it & enjoy it. here & now.
i woke up feeling anxious.
anxious that i’d made the wrong choice.
that i had missed some mind blowing photo op OR missed something that nature herself wanted me to see.
& thats me.
continuously anxious that i’m doing the wrong thing.
what the actual fuck.
choices & change. they seem to go hand in hand.