My ability to focus has been eroding. Strangely, with all the “connectivity” promised through technology, sometimes, my thoughts are reduced to evaporating cognitive “sound-bites” that disappear as quickly as they occur to me — as soon as they are uttered — in my brain.

I tell myself; there is value in an internal echo-chamber. There is value in repetition. No two moments are the same. The challenge is to seek out things worth repeating — things worth internalizing — things worth saying.

I put the phone on airplane mode. I seek deep linear focus.
Little by little, I trust the moment.
When it comes from that place, I trust the utterance.