It's been a hard day but sometimes the forces of chaos throw obstacles in your path. Every day you must fight, battle, wrestle through each obstacle and problem. You must impose order and stability on the chaotic universe, and sometimes all of your energy is spent doing only that, not charging forwards but frenetically organising, repairing.
I've sketched a few more lines and shapes on my painting, wrestling to make it symphonic, but imposing order and structure here is difficult. Ultimately, the painting is about childhood fears, but also genetics and circumstances, how the personality emergent at extreme youth imposes itself forever, it cannot be cast off, we are eternally trapped by fate. Yet, I talk of fighting.
I'll finish this idea and move on. You must think a little before you act, but not much. If there are corrections or improvements, they can be made on the next painting, and so on forever. There should be a certain amount of planning and reflection, but always action too.
Onwards we battle.
