I don’t know why I have been struggling with this - being
here, having time to myself. I thought it was what I had always wanted, to be
able to write and read but there’s something about me - I don’t do well on my
own. I mean I want to, I really, really do - but it’s like something’s blocking
that; stopping it from being possible.
Or is there nothing? I am creating a path, an expectation of a blockage, when it doesn’t really exist? I am my own limitation - I can achieve anything and yet I choose not to, to sit and feel completely lost and alone, to focus on that feeling and let it overwhelm me. I am not here to judge, only to observe my life patterns and how I let them coil around me.
Or is there nothing? I am creating a path, an expectation of a blockage, when it doesn’t really exist? I am my own limitation - I can achieve anything and yet I choose not to, to sit and feel completely lost and alone, to focus on that feeling and let it overwhelm me. I am not here to judge, only to observe my life patterns and how I let them coil around me.
26th September 2014
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