I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of impermanence lately. The thought that change is the only constant has come up in my sessions, my conversations and life in general over and over.
I’ve been in places in life where I felt stuck, like nothing would ever change, but everything always changes right? Maybe we’re scared of it, scared to fully step into it, scared of the unknown aspects of it …
I like to think I’m excellent at going with the flow but as I look around at things that have needed to change or have tried to change but met my resistance, I realize maybe I’m not.
Maybe I’m scared of what these changes mean for me. If you find yourself feeling stuck, ask yourself, what does this change mean to me? What’s holding me back from it?
I want to write, so badly, but my brain is stuck in update.
I feel like I’m constantly processing and unable to ever get far enough to spew my learnings onto paper.
Every day there’s a new piece of information, a new outrage, a new something that leaves me staring at the screen and grimacing.
Why are we like this?
Perhaps its the effects of months long abnormality or a year that has proven, like most stressful times, when one thing goes it all falls apart.
This year has been the car with freshly erupted flames on the side of the interstate. The family, barely freed from its grip, looks on in horror as they wonder how they got there.
Because of that, the constant imploding of every moment this year has had to offer, I feel my creative well has run dry and I’m in desperate need of replenishing it.
Anyone else? I know I can’t be alone.
What a shame it will be
When the world betrays me
By spinning on after your gone.
Life can change in a second and we never know what’s coming. We’re not guaranteed another day. Tell people you love them, if you want to say it a thousand times, say it. If it’s been 15 minutes, months, years … doesn’t matter. Be kind, be grateful and feel every fucking second this world offers you.
WordPress Daily Prompt – Blink
All I did was blink.
How did this happen?
Why are we standing
In front of an open casket?
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