
A theorist can make great plans to enhance their future for their far horizon but enter a great adversary from within and their consciousness cannot connect with even simple thoughts on what to do for their present.
He thought for a long time. He meditated on it. His mind was filled with fog. He couldn’t cope with executing any plan he wrote on paper. The words did not make sense. He chose not to follow his plans to change. He felt he could not move mountains.
Meditation calmed his mind.
It took him a while to realize that everything he decided not to change, he was actually choosing. He felt he was still in control.
By and by, his papers aged into the color of straw yellow.
The words and sentence in bold are prompts to be used in the writing. Mimi is hosting this challenge called Words For Wednesday