art, what art?

Think about it. All you precise, spot-on, decisive people slicing your way through life. Think about it, imagine a life where you are not sure of what to do next. Where a food menu is several minutes of reading, a stack of shirts is daunting. Where creative decisions take ages, or are made quickly then revisited, just in case. And, most earth-shatteringly, where ideas on posts are chewed and pondered till they vanish into thin, mental/cyber air. Think of such a life, and be honest- could you do it? Could you handle the uncertainty? Could you? Huh?

And then think about it, again. Seeing different layers because you aren’t frozen on one; pondering different possibilities because you see promise in so many of them; flipping points of view and perspectives because you have to see it all. Suddenly indecision can also be mercurial, eclectic. So what if it can also be vague, arbitrary and ponderous? All art has baggage.

So think about it. Or, not.