Another thing that comes up when I speak with people is the underlying sense of deadness that so many of us feel. It seems to be sitting there, lurking, ready and waiting to create a great deal of discomfort if we are not outwardly stimulated in some way… Continue reading
I wonder how much time I’ve wasted
worrying about things that either didn’t happen or didn’t matter.
I wonder how much time I’ve spent dreading or resisting things that I was always going to do, regardless.
They say time you enjoyed wasting was never wasted.
Perhaps I enjoyed it all.
Perhaps we all do.
The drama can be addictive.
The day I forgot everything was a beautiful one. The birds, I could actually hear them without calling them birds. I could see things without needing to give them a name, and that mind that was so convincingly selling me horror stories by the day, was now nothing more than air. Lightness and air.