text, my speech, my spark

So many thoughts.. so many thoughts...
I write. I write with the fewest of words to spark the freshest of memories. I write for myself now, to remember an experience of this life. An experience, a moment which is part of my history.
too many thoughts... too many thoughts...
ACTION
All that which matters, is the verb. To write.
Thinking is an excuse for not writing.
Write. Write. Write.
Follow the philosophy of doing. Everything else only revolves around action. Without action, there is nothing. I imagine even the greatest of thinkers to have so much action, single-minded focus on doing, that their thought automatically improved. They channeled. Their awareness focused on doing, their mind growing in the process.
I want to write a lot.
I want to write a lot.
I want to write a lot.
Ahh, repetition, ironic here.
Exercise, I want to do.
Exercise, I am reducing at this time.
Food, I am focusing now.
Gut, I heal.
Symptoms, returned.
Triggers, returned.
Habits, returned.
Habits, I reform.
Writing, I do.