Everything has been said
I am finding, increasingly, that I have nothing to say on this blog. I could recount all the inane details of my day, as I have done previously, but I would rather offer you something more than mere description.
I was sitting down the other day and I suddenly had a strong feeling that something was missing from my life. I don't know what that thing might be. Maybe I was just trying to remember something I had to do...or maybe it was actually a gap in my life that suddenly became visible. Maybe it's the gap that Karate used to fill.
Because, really, what have I got now? What am I? What makes me special or interesting or an individual? Nothing...there is nothing significant about me...I feel so bland.
I don't know what to say anymore because there is nothing left in me to say.
I was sitting down the other day and I suddenly had a strong feeling that something was missing from my life. I don't know what that thing might be. Maybe I was just trying to remember something I had to do...or maybe it was actually a gap in my life that suddenly became visible. Maybe it's the gap that Karate used to fill.
Because, really, what have I got now? What am I? What makes me special or interesting or an individual? Nothing...there is nothing significant about me...I feel so bland.
I don't know what to say anymore because there is nothing left in me to say.