Strong rays of sunshine drop over Table Mountain in the early morning. To my right, a fleet of boats are docked at the harbour. Sparkling blue waters glitter from the sunlight, calmly going about their ways. The road ahead is filled with cars driven by people who are determined to get to work, do their best and get home just as swiftly.
In this car, my mind races. Creative thoughts have struggled to flow lately. My wave of concern inside only grows higher with each passing moment. Random words float in my head while I try to grasp and anchor them into a meaningful narrative. This temporary inability to do so causes me to question. Many things.
My sub conscience is sometimes my friend, sometimes my foe. What I consciously allow myself to experience can influence it. It’s a slippery surface to tread on. And a mystery I don’t want to figure out just yet. But know, I suspect it’s playing a part in stemming the flow of my inner tranquil… Somehow, somewhere in the background.
Perhaps I am overreacting. Only time will tell.