Echoes of the Garage

What Is Something You’ve Been Thinking About Lately?

June 17, 2026 — 5:31 p.m.

I have talked to myself for a very long time.

I would go for long walks in times of distress. I did not find it odd. But a stranger observing me might see the strangeness of a man walking, talking out loud, and gesturing.

Today, like every day, I write.

It’s become my new way of speaking out loud.

I can scream, grin, cry, observe, and explore as the rabbit goes down the rabbit hole.

Why am I this way?

Why do I speak out loud to myself and now it’s transferred to daily writing on my reMarkable tablet?

I became obsessed.

Kindle skies. Father with the weight of the world so much so that he sleeps with the lights on every night.

Me, always saying I am stuck.

Now I think stuck means I cannot move because I accepted the presentation of movement as movement itself.

My mind has been detained by thoughts and a voice that has reigned supreme:

“You cannot.”

And so many other questions that have led to me being depressed.

Depression in the sense of accepting untested, uninvestigated ideas at face value.

Something taught to me indirectly, without malice.

But I’ve had to clean my attic to understand.

To understand that people can seem bad, but we are blind to the programming that runs all of us.

Including myself.

I am just learning through writing not to accept ideas at face value.

Progression happens unnoticed.

And it’s okay to be good enough.

Sometimes I answered external noise with a bowed head like a boy blinded to one question never asked:

“Why do you have to accept limitations?”

Failure has always lived in my head as:

“I am failure.”

The embodiment.

Instead:

Hey, you are human.

It’s okay.

Life happens.

You took shots.

And if you keep going, you’ll sharpen.

You are okay.

You are loved.

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If so, has that conversation changed over time?

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