54.Whirr

Hello again, and today is Thursday, November 8, 2012. Do you ever get that feeling that a million ideas are just flying around in your head? Ideas flying around like bees near a flower? I like to imagine that those ideas are little droplets of quicksilver. That they fly across the plane of the brain with nearly no friction to stop them. With the little idea drops splitting apart and joining together to form smaller and bigger ideas. The drops reflecting like a mirror, not sharing any secrets to its identity. But then the second you try to grab one, all of the idea drops fly out away from your hand just when you want them the most. Have you ever felt like that? That's how I feel today, but whenever and wherever I am, I make lemonade out of life's lemons, even if life doesn't offer me any. I change them to be ahead of life's silly game, so that instead of lemons, one day he just gives me lemonade.

As always,

ZenMercury,
Keep calm, and everything anyone wants is made of a blur of quicksilver.