Realization Again
I read somewhere that we only write (or type) when we are not happy. We don’t write during the latter because when we are happy, we want to embrace and live the moment. We are not interested in documenting it. I guess that’s why I am back here. I have not been happy for a long time. I just think it has reached a point where I am no longer motivated. I used to think I can exist as a relatively independent entity but that didn’t turn out to be true. All my efforts to escape from dealing with it usually only makes it harder to face my problems again. The avenues for escape cannot be considered healthy either, seeing how it is seemingly damaging me further to a stage I could be beyond repair. I just hope I don’t fall off completely. I sit at the bedside thinking if there’s a reason to live – if there’s anything beyond this dull veil that could save me. At the end of the day I only answer my questions with more ‘I-don’t-know’ than before. I guess they were right when they said the more you know, the more you realize how much you still don’t know. ):
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