How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
A few bits of my journaling ~
“Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life,” Virginia Woolf
A Sampling from my journals since
the first of the year.
I'm a bit crestfallen today. I went to enroll for summer semester classes hoping for two and was only able to make my schedule work for one.
So Cultural Anthropology it is. Which is cool because that one I really wanted. Losing out was Introduction to Literature, Introduction to International Relations, Meteorology, Fundamentals of Music and lastly, Urban Politics and Policy.
i did two classes last semester on the shortened schedule and i felt two in the spring semester would be easier. I will get over it. Maybe...
There are times I have been exhausted, or frustrated, or both and have contemplated collecting all my pens and pads and sitting them aside and just stopping this thing called writing. It has some years happened that I reach such a point two or three times. But I never have. I can’t tell you what has stopped this process from proceeding to the box point, but it is probably something in my internal system that ultimately throws up a block.
People have spoken of writing in the context of breathing. They can’t live without it. Maybe there is an internal mode that throws up a stop sign when I get in this kind situation and will simply not allow me to shut down.
So, I thought this would be a good point in time to list a few reasons that I have to write as I move into the new year. So, here is my list:
If this day should be longer, I would have to ask it to wait until you came back into the picture. Such absence is far more than empty. It is more than the sum of zero. It is beneath the standards for minimal nutritional value. It lacks the substance for meaningful existence.
Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings