Is existence difficult to sustain or do we just say that so we feel alive and justified?
It’s a tough dealing right now. It just feels like chaos all the time and you’re hoping that somehow you get clear skies when it’s really the eye of the storm. Especially with other people.
That’s what’s nice about the net: drop out whenever you like. No explanation.
Is it cruel? But I think it’s crueler to subjucate yourself to things that are killing you.
Maybe people don’t have the courage to say, “I would rather perish than to deal another day like this.”
Still, it’s strange how rare it is to find something refreshing.
Writing these spare notes is refreshing. Rejuvenating. That’s why I’m indulging and why this isn’t the most pleasantly structured one.
Mazes and mazes is more like how it shows; well that’s how you’ll be most days unless you’re crystal clear as to why you’re here.
There’s a thin line between wonder and being completely lost in it; toe the anxiety however much longer. A pointless anxiety, might I add.
Deep down I know maybe writing isn’t anything all that special. I think we both know nothing replaces just doing the work.
But it is hard to see where the work leads to, at times.