Just fauna

Not all problems are best solved by thinking them through. 

I used to spend a lot of time ruminating about a problem in my life. Believing that if I just thought hard enough, just beat the problem over the head with the hammer of analysis, I could crack the problem. 

But that’s not the way it always works. 

Sometimes it grows. Sometimes you just tend the garden. And the answers, the fruit, the flora, sprout on their own. 

People make a lot of problems for themselves. And they make them bigger with the incessant rationalization. Like the open flame of a furnace, spilling out, burning the garden to the ground. 

But it’s not always the best way. 

The universe creates itself. We are just fauna. Just growing, just here, just This.