As an amateur writer, it is natural to associate meaning to every single act of life; to turn brief observations into metaphors and “material”.

How can this be an allegory? What theme does that represent? What words best describe this feeling?

But the moment we attempt to capture a moment in words, the more we disappear from it. How ironic: the need for analysis dissociates us from existence.

The real goal is the opposite: to put our words, our phrases, as close as we can to reality. The one we are existing in.

Rushing to notice puts the cart before the horse.

Attention requires immense passivity.