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A TINY BIT OF NIHILISM TO SPICE MY MELANCHOLY
You, my dear, need to accept the possibility of failure
That the world may never turn around to reward you
In that knowledge, have contentment
And find serenity in the chaos that is life
You should accept that
You may never find undying love
Or wealth or fame
And that it is okay to not find a great purpose for your existence
And loss is the only bane of longevity
You may have to acknowledge
The futility of humans aiming at world peace
Hunger may never end
Find stillness in the certainty of storms
Pain is a pill we all must swallow
Accept that life is a paradox
Touch beauty in the midst of ugly
Your heart is a vessel on the high sea
Troubles and miracles are siblings of fate
Life is Jumanji, learn your script early
HOW DO YOU UNBURDEN?
When you have a pressing need to create something but you just can’t flow your ideas out!
I want to write! Scratch that! I NEED to write. I CRAVE so much to write the stories jumping around in my head.
I want to Paint! I ITCH to pick up my brush and paint. It’s a whirlwind of art in my head. But every time I dive in to pick one image and put it down, it just slips away like an eel… And a new image swims by, beckoning like the last unreachable one!
I want to live. But sometimes I don’t want to. It doesn’t always make sense to me.
I’ll be in the middle of a project -like painting, and I’ll be enthusiastic to finish it up quickly, but suddenly, a wave of melancholy rushes in and slams like a tsunami. And finishing up would lose it’s appeal. I’d just lay in bed and wonder why I feel so down. It may take a while to get back to that painting. And when I do, the drive is no more or the focus has shifted to making something else.
I am trying to understand me.