218/365 – That Little Thing.
I wonder what the fly wanted to tell me. And so I do thinking about ideas and how they arrive to me, in the middle of a reading or while running in the morning.
It’s interesting to think that everything that happens, happens for a reason. Why would it otherwise?
A fly on your book is just like an idea in your day. You don’t expect it, you don’t plan for it, you don’t call for it. It just comes, eventually stays long enough for you to look at it with attention and in details, then leaves and you can keep the essence of it and create something out of it.
It’s that easy.
Maybe.