Moments
I feel I'm starting to be repetitive. I feel like I'm writing the same things over and over again. Maybe it's just an impression and maybe it's even a wrong impression. But it's the way it feels. It holds me down in surfing to this blog and writing things without thinking too much. Because if I think when I write it just does not feel right.
I'm thinking now. But I'll try not to bother too much. I'll try to suppress what is in my head, letting myself go with what comes out of the movement of my fingers, rather than out of the grey mass inside my head. But then...nothing. I'm waiting. The way too high temperatures of the last few weeks have lowered to the season's average. So I can't blame the weather this time. Something has to come, since the former hot, nearly breathable air is no more. Only grey skies and sporadic drops of rain.
I start thinking again. And actually I see I did manage to write something. So maybe it's not about thinking versus just letting yourself go. Maybe it's just a matter of the moment. Moments. That's what it is all about. And right now I can say I feel happy, relieved. I'm freshly awake to start a new day after the last few weeks of chasing impossible deadlines, of searching for light in chaotic darkness. So even if the sun might not be shining up there, it's shining in here again. At least for now. At least as long as the trance of having a much more quite period in front of will last.
So let me hope to be able to come back here a bit more often. To think. To just do, write and tell. To be.
I'm thinking now. But I'll try not to bother too much. I'll try to suppress what is in my head, letting myself go with what comes out of the movement of my fingers, rather than out of the grey mass inside my head. But then...nothing. I'm waiting. The way too high temperatures of the last few weeks have lowered to the season's average. So I can't blame the weather this time. Something has to come, since the former hot, nearly breathable air is no more. Only grey skies and sporadic drops of rain.
I start thinking again. And actually I see I did manage to write something. So maybe it's not about thinking versus just letting yourself go. Maybe it's just a matter of the moment. Moments. That's what it is all about. And right now I can say I feel happy, relieved. I'm freshly awake to start a new day after the last few weeks of chasing impossible deadlines, of searching for light in chaotic darkness. So even if the sun might not be shining up there, it's shining in here again. At least for now. At least as long as the trance of having a much more quite period in front of will last.
So let me hope to be able to come back here a bit more often. To think. To just do, write and tell. To be.
1 comment:
helloooo. been a while. i see our headspaces haven't been so different though. not wantng to write the same thing over and over again. waiting, believeing, that any day now there will be something new and fresh to impart.
and there is. there always is.
meanwhile, hope you'll continue to do, write and tell.
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