I may have neglected my blog over the summer. So sue me. Right now I am struggling with the idea that there are very few things I stick with in my life. A few days ago I thought all hope was lost for me, until my phone company told me I was eligible for another service because I had been such a good and long-time customer. Sweet relief! Then I remembered I have had the same bank account for 8 years. Score so far: Me - 2, Silly Brain Ideas - 100, give or take a million. I've stuck with the same boy for nearly three years. Go me.
Yet it's all so trivial. My phone, my bank account, my car. Who cares? The problem really is, it's the things I love that I seem to neglect. How does that even make sense? I have been writing a novel for 8 years. Which looks like I've 'stuck at it'. If I had written more than 12,000 words in all that time, maybe then I could say that. But no, my pathetic 12,000 words (which is most likely an over estimation anyway) does not account for much.
I'm coming up to 22, and I'm scared. What have I done with my life? Where has it all gone? When in high school, there was always a purpose - to get out into the real world. Now I'm here, and have been for, goodness me, four years. My sense of achievement is somewhat diminished in comparison to 'formative' years.
Through these years I've tried three different degrees, and I'm now onto my fourth. At least I've finally found something I love.
I fell in love with a boy. And hasn't that been fraught with wonder and pain? Where we are now feels directionless and sometimes pointless. Again, the sense of having gone nowhere in three years. I've had some fantastic life experiences, and met some truly lovely people. I've also had some awful things happen, and met a lot of annoying folks. All part of life, right?
Yet, there's always something more. Something more I want, need, desire...whatever word it is. Something that I never seem to acomplish. It's not just the novel. The novel is the by product of this 'thing'. The novel will happen or it won't. And now I can deal with it either way. There's something else at work here, in my little brain, and I just can't figure it out.
Some sense of yearning, as though I've lost something. My emotions seem to have packed up and gone on a holiday to the Maldives, until the tears return when I chance upon the Biggest Loser. (Bizarre, right?) As for the others? Who knows where they went. I don't really remember anger, or passion. Sadness, too, has slipped from grasp. Joy, contentedness. Love; but who knows what that emotion really is anyway? I'm just a giant void of nothing that only gets touched by a show about fat people trying to lose weight.
I don't really know where this is going, but I thought it was about time I started this blog again. Maybe it will help me. God knows I need it. I guess I will end my erratic, emotional onslaught here. I'm not sure what I will do now, being home alone, thought not feeling particularly lonely. I suppose even loneliness left for the sun with the others.
Maybe I will write my novel. Maybe, instead of waiting for inspiration, I will let it inspire me. Maybe it can be something I hold to, some sense of reality.
(thanks to wisdomquarterly for the beautiful picture)
oh i commented, but i dont know what happened to it :(
ReplyDeleteWow, a whole lotta thought lovely. I think you are a million things and have achieved so much in life, even just to be able to think so openly the way you do. Sometimes we can't define these things but I think you are an amazing person who i missed greatly but was so glad to see you back in my life. We are always yearning for something in this wide world. Me, I just keep wanting to get away. I am at my happiest when I am few thousand miles from this place I call home...but what is home?? I found myself crying at the thought of my holiday coming to an end. It sounds greedy and selfish and all that, I mean, hell! I was away for a month, but it was never enough...it was more the need to be away and stay away. What am I yearning for then? Whatever it is hun, I think we're slowly finding our way. Just because you are flighty and change your mind, that doesnt mean you haven't achieved, In the whole scheme of things, growing and changing and blossuming is an achievement in itself. And you can reflect on it the way you dol your writing amazes me! I wish I never stopped writing. I just don't know where to start anymore. You are blessed and you will find your way; because you deserve nothing less! Don't forget it!
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