Hope This Finds You Well
I picture I took. Please enjoy!
My whole world feels like it has been perpetually buffering. I am utterly flabbergasted by the fact that it is now August and that the summer season has more or less come and gone.
On a grander scale the world at large seems to be burning at the stake. Division, violence, and the seemingly constant stream of bad news is suffocating. I felt broken and uninspired, which led me to stray away from writing.
Why does *this* matter when *this* is happening?
I sought comfort in music, company of my family(whether I liked it or not), books, and laying in the sunshine. Not writing became mentally taxing. When words did hit a page it frankly was half-baked and deemed a mess. Honestly, what I am writing at the moment feels underdone, but it is something nonetheless.
I have noticed in my own experience that creative endeavors can become victims of their own circumstance. There is the initial flood of inspiration that leads to many creations, but after the initial inspiration has run its course there comes a giant speed bump.
What Next?
I am eternally grateful and owe heaps and loads of gratitudes, hugs, and kisses to every single person in my life. Sanity remains with the help of others. Life is fragile and so is everything encompassed within it.
This feels a bit sophomoric in terms of delivery and composition, a little too ‘bloggish’ but metrics of what is intellectual(or whatever) can go somewhere else. With everything that is happening and simultaneously not happening, feeding the positive instead of giving into the negative should be the priority.
I am not sure if this makes much or any sense at all, but Johnny Rotten (probably) said it best, ‘Fuck it.’
