Yip, its me im back after my weeks hiatus, Writing is kinda like my sobriety, I have the best of intentions and really, really want to do it but there is just a part of me that cannot seem to climb the hurdle of comfortable I have lived in this past decade. I laugh as I write this too because I am constantly annoyed at western humanity for not wanting to disrupt their comfort to make change. It’s frustrating because I feel like, and i have had this most of my life, that I would and could do all these things if I was alone in the world. Like real alone. No dog, no partner, no mahi…and thats just it, when you have nothing, you will fight for any and everything. And honestly, sometimes I really do want that. But that could be a result of feeling comfort in neglect. Something I seem to have discovered has been a lifelong friend. I have pondered whether or not to write about this for a bit now, another excuse for my procrastination out of fear ...
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