My writing days are officially over - or rather, my long periods of writing are. All those multi-parts are now gonna be chucked to the darkest recesses of my mind and well...left to ferment until i can a) figure out a plot, b) finding time and discipline to write them and c) actually writing them down.
It's kinda sad, really, but on the list of priorities, it's at the rock bottom, so yeah. Goodbye, farewell and goodnight, my dear muse!!
I have a feeling that i've jumped on the fast track of the train and am just travelling along, not noticing the scenery and all the pretty things that go along with it. And to think school hasn't even started yet.
You know those introspective moods? The ones that leave you feeling detached and rather in a haze? Yeah, those. I haven't had them in a long long while and it's so weird. Odd, and rather disturbing. It's like...i'm just going with the flow or something - you know, just travelling along and stuff. And that's not good, or at least, i don't think it is.
Crap.
Well...i guess the rapids are more fitting a comparison than the fast moving train. The train...the journey feels kinda rough. Not to say that the rapids aren't; they're just too fast and cold for one to feel anything. Or at least that's the impression i get - since i've never been on the rapids before...
I need a purpose in life, something to anchor me and stuff. Same ol', same ol'. The lack of ambition and all that.
I mean, one's purpose is a very important thing. Otherwise, we'll just be drifting along with time and going with the flow. Then what?
Then what?
Then when you look back, you see that time has just flown by in a blink of an eye. And you wonder - what have i been doing all this while? It's rather frightening, in a way. It's always a matter of time management, lah dee dah. That's what everyone says. But time management to do what? And why?
Scary, isn't it?
Perhaps i should go read the 'Purpose-driven life' again. I'm on the next chapter of my life - it's time i've found my purpose.
Hm...the twisted stuff that gets coaxed out of my brain by a song. Listening to Unintended by Muse. I blame the friend who got me hooked on it!
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