In an attempt to simplify our life we clutter it with ways to help us organize. To keep track. And then in order to feel free we give ourselves more choices than we really need. Somewhere inbetween all of that chaos is a calm, quiet moment, where we can actually tell for a moment what’s important.
I like to tell myself that writing every bit of everything down pulls some imaginary string of the clutter from my mind but really I just feel tossed all over the place with the task of having to pick it all up again sometime later.