I have been trying to write of other things than my own problems. I don't want this blog to be a whining moaning list of things to complain about. I don't want it to be a pity party for me. I don't want it to be about me, specifically.
I want it to be about life in general. Politics, social media, diet, religion, education, children and grandchildren -- all the things that make up the array of things we grapple with from day to day. That's what I want.
For now, I can't seem to think beyond my own life-box.
I'm stuck and I can't seem to move beyond these limitations.
Someday I will, I'm sure.
Someday, I'll live again, love again, have opinions again, and I'll re-find my writer's voice.
Someday.
That day isn't yet.
I have many beginnings of ideas, thoughts, concepts to discuss. A recent facebook discussion inspired an article about the education system. But it remains unwritten, as headaches and busy-ness and the visitation of the demon build up walls faster than I can build windows.
And forget about doors! There's no time for doors.
The important thing is to keep a little light coming into this thick and sturdy box.
Why keep writing, then?
Well, that is the best way to poke holes in the wall and let a little light in.
Also, there may be someone out there that needs to read something like this.
Someone who needs to know there can be light in darkness.
Someone who needs to know that tears can cleanse as well as burn.
Someone who needs to know how someone else navigates the pitfalls of an empty life.
Someone who needs to know about hope, and choices, and giving up.
Someone who needs to know that, in spite of it all, there remains life, and love, and other things.
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