A Rainy Wednesday Evening
This day, and the recent days past, my motivation has lessened. Partially because it’s so hard to be all I need or would like to be, especially vocationally. It takes effort, and focus, and I sometimes don’t have the luxury of either. I have many interests, enjoy many pursuits. My passions are divided.
I’m growing more comfortable, and dare I say, content with the idea of being single. That’s a good thing. I still think about how some different things have transpired the past 6 months, and wish I would cease doing that. In time I suppose. There’s so much for me to do and be, and I’m just going to be what I want to be.
I still hold back. Maybe I wonder, at times, whether I should throw out my thoughts, especially when others seem so ready with theirs, and have good things to say. What about when I join a conversation in progress? I wonder too whether in saying things I’m drawing too much attention to myself and what I have to say. I also wonder if what I think about saying, even if profound, is something I’m passionate about, or are they just wise words. And I wonder what things I need to have conviction on. There are so many facts out there, and a given fact may be called into question when other facts are thrown into the discussion. It takes too much effort to get to the truth at times. In that sense, I suppose I care about some truth more than others. Of course, facts are everything. Imagination is a powerful force, one that should be thought more highly of in this world of ours.
And it continues to rain…
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