Springing into a walk September

Looking back he was sure of one thing. That he was nervous.
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This was the final Friday of 
September
. A heat spell had just evaporated and suddenly everybody was walking around in sweaters through that crisp autumn air. And he had only one thing on his mind.

Tumbling a single desire in your head for days is what drove you mad. Often when someone believes that their mind is racing with a million thoughts what actually is happening is subconscious distraction. Think about anything other than that one thing. 

A calm person was someone who was okay with not obsessing. Okay with no being preoccupied. In fact the calmest of people couldn't even conceive of ever having an obsession.

Why obsess at all? What is obsession? There are so many things you could feel and think about. So why would anybody subject themselves to one thing? 

Such thoughts would come into the calm person's mind and leave just as fast because they wouldn't obsess over this thought. Whereas the thought would continue for the obsessive imagining this scenario.

There was really only one remedy for such narrow mindedness. Long walks. He usually took one in the morning before even getting started on any type of 'work', but today he woke up late. It was already afternoon. Better late than never, he thought and sprung up and out of his dorm. Into the crisp autumn air.

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