I haven’t been writing much lately, and I think there are some different reasons for that. Life is hard. It changes rapidly, and sometimes it’s just not the way you pictured it.
Sometimes you go through phases even when you know that everything should be fine. Even when you know it’s stupid, self-inflicted, and so small in the scheme of life.
Sometimes, you can’t help it.
Sometimes, you constantly affirm that everything is great. You tell yourself how grateful you are and you look in the mirror only to not recognize yourself. You tell yourself how incredibly amazing life is, yet you feel nothing.
It is one of the weirdest phenomenon’s I have yet to experience. And not one I hope to get too used to.
I haven’t been writing much lately, and I think there are some different reasons for that. But tonight, I decided to force myself to sit down at the keyboard. I decided to force myself back to the one thing that makes me feel the most alive.
And so, two minutes and 8 paragraphs later, I feel the best I have felt in awhile.
The most alive, the most myself.
Sometimes you need to force yourself to do the things you know you love, even if you don’t “feel” like it. Even if you think you don’t want to.
Even if you’re lacking inspiration, the thing you love will save you—it will save you every time.