Critical Thinking

Sometimes I just let the words come, no particular order, no particular subject. Just sit down and start typing, I let my brain pour out over the keys with no filters or judgments. In these moments I’m not interested in dissecting a particular topic. I’m not interested in grammar or syntax, word usage or comma placement. I guess it’s these times where I just need to get it out, whatever "it" is. Letting go of my thoughts and clearing some mental space for whatever may come next. Don’t think, just do. Don’t worry about the why, just focus on the what and the how. As the words flow from my brain to this page I think of what you might be thinking as you read them. It’s as if I’m talking to a person that I will never meet about things they could really care less about. After all this time, do they know me, the real me? Do I know who I really am or have I gotten too caught up in appearances? What judgments are being made about my work, about my life, my opinions and thoughts? How do you see me? Am I the man that has done things that I’m not proud of or am I the man that strives to be so much more? I let my mind wander and it found a page. It goes on and on about what life has given or taken away. It speaks of lessons learned, risks taken, loses, victories and half hearted attempts. It has delusions of grandeur, false hope, and glaring insecurities. It lies and tells the truth all at the same time. Its reality is a wonderful fiction and its truth is a lie believed. My mind wanders and it finds the page, it gives you directions to a place that you don’t want to go. It makes judgments of things that would be better off left alone. It reacts in ways that can’t be explained and aren’t justified. It gives you a chance to disappoint and never forgives or forgets. It dreams of times past and the futures presence. My mind wanders and it finds the page...