Anxa

"I'm not crazy."
-Dontrelle Willis

It is all too often that the prickling uncertainty within us begins to manifest itself...leading to a life between walls. Inside a drywall penitentiary, insulating oneself against all possible (probable?) criticism, perceived derision and impugnment. To have your very core beliefs questioned is one of the most disenfranchising events that can befall you when your foundation is built on crumbling twenty-one year old cinderblocks.
But it is with this this same flux of pessimism, the same palpitations of the amygdala, that can cause this insuperable butte of fatality to flatten into a florid prairie of opportunity. And it is my/our/your responsibility to curb that wellspring of unchecked questioning into a calm, concise, and objective scope of what is in fact reality (which is by definition uncertain - something we all too often refuse to acknowledge...the veritable fallibility of our own construction) and what is unnecessary noise.
Like the static of a television tuned to the wrong channel, you have a grating hiss of snowy signals, a mental mountain pass obscured by a noisy winter. Pull the remote out from under the couch cushion and press that goddamn "3" again before you start watching a blurry infomercial on what could have been. How sharp your knives would be. How fast you could clean that metaphysical soap scum.
Like an arrow.
You're not crazy.
Just unfocused.