There’s so many things I want to do, and I end up doing nothing. The logical answer is that my focus is strained with an overload of ideas, and by idea I mean everything from here and now, to how I imagine the rest of my life. My ideas are indeed many and vast, making the statement of being strained impossible to argue, but it is hard to accept. My answer, though, is that my focus, drive, capacity, everything, is indeed strained with an overload of ideas, but I have no force to exercise them. They get stuck, and mentally drain me. I need to categorize them, sort them, filter them, explore and/or kill some of them, before my brain melts.