Writings or Ramblings
The lack of writing lately has somewhat negatively affected my mood. I used to write stuff all the time...stories that I would pour my heart into without every really knowing where my pen would take me. But I don't have time...and when I do, writing isn't the first thing that comes to mind when I'm bored.
Writing has been a way to keep from getting too low...or to cope with the lows once I get to that point. Still, writing wasn't always something that was connected with sadness. It used to be the source of great happiness...to write a story...to imagine the ending. It was better than reading...better than anything or any feeling in the entire world. My imagination used to know no bounds, to be limitless...but the realization of the hard, cold facts of life has drawn that most precious trait away from me. I am a recovering idealist...a pseudo-realist, if you will. Not that I'm completely pessimistic but sometimes, I'm probably too cynical.
Yes, I am too cynical to write anymore.
Writing has been a way to keep from getting too low...or to cope with the lows once I get to that point. Still, writing wasn't always something that was connected with sadness. It used to be the source of great happiness...to write a story...to imagine the ending. It was better than reading...better than anything or any feeling in the entire world. My imagination used to know no bounds, to be limitless...but the realization of the hard, cold facts of life has drawn that most precious trait away from me. I am a recovering idealist...a pseudo-realist, if you will. Not that I'm completely pessimistic but sometimes, I'm probably too cynical.
Yes, I am too cynical to write anymore.