Life is strange… sometimes I’m in this weird emotional and headspace and it’s very difficult for me to do any of the things I know I should do because they would help me get out of that kind of limbo I’m in and help me feel better.
It is also especially difficult for me to write during those periods even though I know it would be the one thing that would help me make sense of my emotions and thoughts and help be push through it. Those rare times that I manage to sit down to write I usually just stare at the pages for ages but I’m incapable of putting words on the pages. The most annoying part about those periods is that I usually don’t know why I’m in the funk I’m in and that makes it even more challenging to get back out of it.
I’m trying to get back to writing regularly again. But there is so much going on in the world that I sometimes feel like it’s all too much and it really drags me down. There are moments I wish I wouldn’t see all the connections between different events, that I wouldn’t understand just exactly what is going on and see through it all. It’s paralyzing and at the same time I want to get up and do something, fight what’s going on I just don’t know how.
Ignorance is bliss… but that has never been an option for me. The truth hurts. I guess it would be easier if there weren’t so many people in my life who prove that Mark Twain was right when he said: “It’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled.”
But it does make me appreciate the people who are not easily fooled in my life even more. They are the ones that keep me sane. And they mean the world to me.