STEAMPUNK2

Wait long enough for a moment and all you’re left with are your thoughts. These are truly intrusive regardless of what you were doing. Waiting. You can’t control them. Our thoughts are not who we are. But yet, we waste away trying to control them. All of us have, at times thought of something that is not who we are; we don’t molest our children, or act on impulse to cheat on our spouse, or bust out mace when a black fellow is in the elevator at night, or cheat an elderly lady on a fake lottery scam because you know she’s loaded. Sometimes, our thoughts are invaded with subtle connections that become consuming, to the point where we have to ask ourselves a moral/ethical question. Am I a nice person?