Time is stressing me out. So much time has gone by, and there’s not enough left to accomplish the things necessary in life. There’s not enough in years, or in each day.
Something that I remember I intended to follow up on just a few days ago, turns out to have been over 2 years ago.
Where did they go? How did they slip away?
I’m miserable and alone with no friends, no one to hold me down or lift me up. My energy is spent on survival alone. I am spent on survival alone. I wish my life could be more. I feel so much in the pit of my soul. But drawing it out takes time. The one thing I don’t have. Inspiration, which can not be hurried or demanded.
I began this post as an assignment of today’s Daily Challenge, and realized that of all the things that are stressing me in life, and they are major stresses, the stress of time contributes to all the others in different ways.
While the demands of my day were no less today and will be no less tomorrow, I am committing myself to writing. So long as I’m in this rut I may have nothing compelling to write but from now on anything that I find fit to tell someone, I will also write. How else to sharpen my soul?
I will also read novels or inspiraitonal material to revive my soul and help me practice living in the moment. I have to stop living in wait of something, someone, someplace, or sometime else. How else to ever be happy?
