If you ask me, moments of extreme discomfort can prove to be a requisite catalyst for necessary change. I'm not sure if I've said as much to some extent over the course of my life; but that's how I feel right now. Personally, time and time again, I find it easy to succumb to inertia; and if there's anything I want to do going forward is to overcome this inaction. This fatalistic impulse to stop trying altogether.
I will say that I've seen better days, but I don't want to wallow in self-pity. I want to return to creating. Regardless of outcomes, reading and writing always made me feel better whenever I felt barren.
I've only got so much time on this Earth, and I'd like to use it to pursue my passions. If it's time spent in joy was it ever truly spent in waste?
More or less, I'm writing this for my own sake. I'm not sure anyone will read this, but it does help to get this out into the open. I'd even argue that it's therapeutic.
I hope to post more stuff soon.
To anyone who actually read this post, you're as weird as I am for writing it. Thanks. XD
If you're at all curious, here's a link to my Penana page which hosts all my current projects:www.penana.com/user/1057/nazca…