The problem isn't that I've forgotten how to write. The problem is that I've forgotten how to live. Everything seems like it's covered in Alfred J. Prufrock's yellow fog, and I feel like I'm moving without putting any meaning behind it. I'm lazy. Instead of reviewing how to solve the Chem problems I'm missing steps on, I just skip them. Suddenly I'm addicted to Facebook and Seventeen because they're the mindless junk I want. I feel like I might explode from this boxed in feeling if something doesn't defibrilate me soon.
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ReplyDeleteit's like in Paradise Lost! You are not Satan! The world is not...purpose-less! We all have a reason for being here: we're supposed to do something. (Also, God is not an angry, bitter tyrant.)
With that said, I'd like to argue that sometimes, it's okay to feel like, "Huh? What am I supposed t be doing? Why am I so...like, lost? What in the world is wrong with me? Why do I suddenly want to compare myself to a hamster on a wheel?"
It's okay. It's not wrong.
I believe I shall write a post to that effect.
Everything is going to turn out fine. Don't worry. People go through...slumps. I know this; I have been there. Everything will work out. Trust me :)