stack/hopr

The idea. It just sparked into my mind as I lay on bed. Slightly moonlit, balmy cool night.

I cleared my mind of all thoughts. And I was pleasantly surprised that I could. The idea just fluctuated in and out of existence for a while. I couldn’t really place it. Sometimes, it appeared as a wave, varying between the high of an excitement to the low of burden of execution. At other times, it just appeared as a particle. I could not really locate the particle completely, but I thought if I spent enough time I could definitely calculate the probability of its existence.

Regardless of its nature, I tried to focus on the idea. Soon, it started to bounce off the walls of my mind, from programming to relationship to particle physics. It didn’t stay at one place. I tried to capture it without much success. I kept wondering how an idea could be so abstract that I can’t even find a bit of information to turn it into something concrete. I kept following the idea. By this time, it had my undivided attention, an achievement in itself. It floated. It sang. It stung. and I felt my body electrified with the idea. I was amazed at how an idea can take over my entire body. I waited.

A mosquito. That’s what I figured.

An idea is like a mosquito, a good mosquito. It comes to you, floats around you, senses you, even sings to you. The choice is upto you to squash it to death or let it bite you and have your body and mind taken over by it.