welcome back

wednesday november 8 2023

10:51pm

Welcome back, I tell myself, despite never truly having left. There has been so much expectation, for this to become something that I needed it to be, without letting it be itself. The process of habit formulation isn't even about getting better at something, that is surely the by-product, but more so letting the brain become comfortable with hammering in an idea. The repeated voices in the mind that scream to be appeased, drain every ounce of action you have in you. You cannot force progress and growth, similarily you cannot chase success; the repetition of action, with metaphorically closed eyes to the passing time, is what allows one to awaken into a new world, a better self. These words and pages have always and will forever remain as my solace, my magical place that no one can penetrate, however it is not missable from the hands of complacency, numbing expectations and self lethargy. Whether it be poetery, short stories or novels, both the stories and the act of writing it out itself can only stem from the repetition of it. The book I wrote, only became what it was because of the feat it took, as well as the messages it gave from diving deep into writing. Why do we even bother touching the surface of things, of a flower, if we are not willing to become the roots that hold it up? This surface level, mediocre life full of mediocre ways of living is worthless and pointless. No one comes out victorious, neither the one living it, nor the ones that can be inspired by it. In truth, we are neglecting the world of each and every one of our experiences and skills. There is always a lesson to be told and a lesson to be heard, but neither can exist while we are unwilling to become who we need to be. Welcome back.