She sat alone by the window staring out.
This was the worst part of it all, the waiting; the endless waiting. Waiting for what, enlightenment? She wasn’t sure. The sun began to dip over distant trees. Soon her vigil will have lost the light. Before long the view will have slowly morphed into dusk and then beyond. She would stay though. This was the place to be; the place to work it out. She needed to move through it. That was what would give her the strength and the will to take it step by step. To see it through to the end.
Thinking about why she was there, doing what she was doing, made her head spin. For her, it was an ongoing struggle to continually discard the interference of new ideas and concepts that only served to cloud her thinking. She was fully aware that her mental processes, together with her ability to facilitate any form of truly complex or sophisticated thinking, such as coming to grips with those currently swamping her, were not capable of generating original ideas. Therefore, her method of using a totally logical approach to address her situation would inevitably fail. That much was clear.
She knew that complex thinking, being one of her natural attributes, gave her the ability to work the whole thing out. Sitting here, in her world, looking out into the real world was, in some way, therapeutic. Beyond this, the possibility of bringing about an epiphany was always within reach. Deep down, she knew that the only logical approach was to seek a solution employing both clear thinking and patience as a foundation. Despite this, she felt that her previously high level of perseverance was wearing thin.
He entered the room and asked what she was doing.
With the deepest of sighs, she said, “Nothing much.”