Day 211 "Projections In Silence"

I watch as Danbox sits on a ledge, staring out an old window into what seems like everything and nothing at all, and I can’t help but start to question what he is thinking in this moment of solitude.

Is he happy?

Is he sad?

Is he missing something, or someone?

Does he know what he is trying to find?

Is he thinking of what he must do next?

Is he in silent struggle with himself and who he thinks he should be?

Is he content?

Is he filled with hope?

Is he in despair?

Is he waiting?

Is he choosing to be defiant to that which seeks to hold him down?

Is he lost in the deepest of thoughts, far away from this dusty ledge?

Is he aware that he is even staring out the window?

Is he thinking any of these things, or am I just complicating a simple moment by projecting all the questions that run through my own mind?

I watch closely as Danbox sits so quietly and patiently on that ledge, and I can’t help but start thinking that I need to stop thinking so much all the time.

Sometimes it has to be enough just to be.