There was something I wanted to write about, I’ve forgotten what. The ambiguity of it all perhaps. Or perhaps, how disappointment and heartache affects each of us. Perhaps, it was about letting go and not caring much either way. I don’t know. I don’t remember. I DIY a lot. And keep myself busy. A lot of my time is spent hoping for ..whatever it is I think I deserve. Peace of mind, perhaps. It’s funny, I read somewhere how if you really loved yourself you wouldn’t want the material things you think you want and you only want them because you are trying to make yourself feel better about something.. or the other. I don’t know. But it’s somewhat true isn’t it? In this moment in time, and for a long while, all I’ve really badly wanted has been peace of mind. With age , with family, with all that ties me down, there has been very little of it. For some reason, I think of giving up the search for it but it’s become too important, so there has to be some lesson somewhere in all this, or maybe really, the universe doesn’t give a damn, in which case, I probably have zero hope but maybe ..just maybe there’s a straw somewhere I could cling on to. A ray of sunshine perhaps. A fortune cookie that reads “you will be OK.”
How random is that?