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Anyone ever get that super absorbed feeling, where you look up, and suddenly wonder what your geographical location is, and what building you are in? That's how spaced out I can get when I'm writing.
When writing, my brain is in many places, thought forms, emotions, and modes of thinking. and my physical location is sometimes temporarily ERASED from my Random Access Memory, as it were.
It's lovely when you're lonely and without realizing it, you slip into a world where your focus is leaning into a task, you love what you do, relaxation sets in, and time disappears.
Suddenly you aren't lonely anymore, you forgot to be, you feel too good to be, you're into what your doing, and you roll with it. Focus is the absence of anything else as what you're doing becomes purely pastime, and not merely object. As everything else drops away, you're free to revel in what you do. Contentment becomes reality, and you do your thing better than anyone else in that moment. You know it, you feel it, that game follows your command, you're "the BOSS" and all other players fall behind your game. You can feel the beat of your music as your car clutches the road, curves fall away, curves peel ahead: life is good. That sizzle just right as other foods set to fry, cooking is right tonight, yeeeaah man! That nagging doubt, WHAT nagging doubt?! No master of the moment knows what it is they were worrying about!! Let them forget, it's better that way. Keys flow under the fingers, as thoughts come and go, gears shift as the engine whines up, gears shift and the engine winds down, and people ply the waves, surfboards abreast. Every man to what he knows best. Suns a baking and I can feel the heat. I step into my inner eye, and feel the clock ticking through earths core as galaxies revolve, everything has a rhythm, everything's gotta move. A rhythm is a road, and focus is power. Sitting still turns five minutes into an hour, a lifetime to waste. Fixing an old classic in an afternoons hazy rays, the clanking wrench to change the hours. Find a beat you can keep, a clock you can pace. Something you're good at friend, get out of this rat race.