First, the details begin to pile up. Sensory information wrinkling the brain, thoughts and impressions yielding still more thoughts and impressions, some got at by means of reason, some intuition. Maybe this is all relevant: trust the mind and believe in yourself; however, at some point a decision has to be made. What action can be taken in response to all this thought? The mind is a juggler performing on a unicycle crossing a high-wire. Practice and a will to achieve have made these giddy heights possible, but who can still the wind? Balance! Trust yourself, trust what you know, but acknowledge that adjustments will be necessary.
Suddenly, all this thinking has confused the action, and unforeseen circumstance has blown in through a hole in the big-top. The mind has become entangled in a web of memory, fear, and broken thought. Things are indistinct: a motley tumbler now struggles to free herself. Where once there was confidence and joy, now vexation and despair. But the time for her to pick herself up is forever now. When the decision to take action was postponed, it may have been out of fear, laziness, or a simple desire to hold on to a moment, to have time to weigh thought and feeling just a little longer.
In his skewbald doublet and hose, and cock-a-doodle cod-piece, Hamlet's own ghost relays something of this conundrum. Wait and weigh too long at your peril. "Reason will not cling to solution, I will end up lost in confusion". Crying is okay. It's natural. It relieves the tension, and is cathartic. Crying also cleanses the palette of too much thought in too little space and time. Try it some time! The sooner you do, the sooner you can act with reason and relative confidence. I wish that I could cry right now. Come cry with me!
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