It is a
combination of things.
The darkness
of these winter months.
The tedious
rhythms of everyday life.
The weight of
the changes imposed on most of us.
The unfair
distribution of means.
The
pointless nature of our undertakings.
I’m staring
blankly ahead
and feel
overwhelmed
and
somewhat lost.
I’m tired
of composing myself.
Of keeping
up the appearance
of joyful
prospects.
There will
be great moments
but there
will not be any purpose
if I stay
on this road.
I need a
more drastic shift
in my life.
Something
that scares me
and steers
away from the relentless
and
debilitating securities
I am building around myself.
I have
allowed myself
to become
afraid of losing things
ignoring the fact that
loss is a natural thing.
Things have
to wane and rot
in order to
truly exist.
Magic is in
the extremities of life.
Not in the
grey murky middle
that we
call reassurance.
Let’s do a
sound minimum
to ensure a
decent future.
But let’s
not overcompensate
for our
losses.
Let’s go
out
and make beautiful magic.