Josh, your poem beautifully captures the irony of overthinking. We wander and build ladders, yet the answer waits quietly all along. I love the moment of release when struggle gives way to simplicity. Just knock...Such a small act, yet it holds the world of discovery. Josh, if you want, I’ve already written a funny piece on this very theme.
Ha. “I built elaborate ladders just to climb” is so painfully me. And that last bit..? “the door was never locked”... yeah, okay, rude in the best way.
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But hey, this is brilliant!
Sometimes, me too, yeah — we keep searching around the world and in every shoe box for the answer of a question which is already written in our brains. Waiting to come back in silence.
Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts, Daniela. 💙 Totally agree with you - the answers are usually much closer than we like to think.
I really enjoyed that, I liked the rhyme and that look into how often we sit and overthink and plan, often to the point of not actually getting the thing done that we are planning. Some real truth in that.
This captures something so real about the way we overwork our own becoming. All that striving, all those maps, and then the quiet realization that presence was enough. Thank you for naming that so gently.
Josh, your poem beautifully captures the irony of overthinking. We wander and build ladders, yet the answer waits quietly all along. I love the moment of release when struggle gives way to simplicity. Just knock...Such a small act, yet it holds the world of discovery. Josh, if you want, I’ve already written a funny piece on this very theme.
Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. So glad you like it 💙 Feel free to link your piece here!
great stuff
Thank you so much 🙏❤️
Beautifully written! Loved it ❤️❤️
Thank you, Priya! 🙏♥️
Ha. “I built elaborate ladders just to climb” is so painfully me. And that last bit..? “the door was never locked”... yeah, okay, rude in the best way.
Thank you so much, friend 💛✨
Loved it Josh 🫶🫶🫶
Thank you so much, Marwa ♥️
I could not leave a like first technically because it’s on another domain. Now that I subscribed, I can, from here. (Still learning substackish, guess I’m A2 level or something :D)
But hey, this is brilliant!
Sometimes, me too, yeah — we keep searching around the world and in every shoe box for the answer of a question which is already written in our brains. Waiting to come back in silence.
Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts, Daniela. 💙 Totally agree with you - the answers are usually much closer than we like to think.
Just brilliant!
Thanks so much, Phoeby 🙏💙
I love your poem!
Right back at you - love yours too ♥️🌹
This was truly fascinating. I read your last lines several times and kept smiling when I reached “all I needed to knock. Brilliant Josh, truly.
I truly appreciate you 💙🙏😊
I really enjoyed that, I liked the rhyme and that look into how often we sit and overthink and plan, often to the point of not actually getting the thing done that we are planning. Some real truth in that.
Absolutely, Gary. Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts. 💙
That's it? love it ❤️
Thank you, Hina 💙😊
This captures something so real about the way we overwork our own becoming. All that striving, all those maps, and then the quiet realization that presence was enough. Thank you for naming that so gently.
Aw, thanks so much, Shelby ♥️✨
Oh, I love this. It's so true! 💛
Thank you! So glad you like it ♥️
Good stuff. Thanks
Thank you, Jerry! 💙