A few of my plants are dying, while others appear to be thriving. It’s cold as fuck, and some plants have been neglected so I can focus on house chores.
These days, I’m doing okay. I’m a little blue, not because of the seasons. It’s probably because I need other ways to vent—emotions that need expression and a medium to set them free. Like a pop star without a radio hit, these songs I wrote over the years lay dormant, waiting for a master.
Focus II
Every day won’t be perfect, but a focused mind doesn’t need a perfect environment. It only needs a purpose to push through obstacles.
So, I keep writing and flowing with the sine. In many ways, I’ve never felt more free. Trapped in my head, sometimes, yes. But free in spirit.
There’s a line in Lana Del Rey’s song Norman fucking Rockwell, “I don’t get bored, I just see it through.” With some projects and through different career detours, there have been times when I get bored.
To be honest, it gets very boring fighting evil people. The winner of the 2024 Presidential Election and his rich friends have reclaimed the most powerful office on Earth.
The boring part about 21st-century politics is how much resources we continually divert to stabilize manmade crises. The same energy could be spent expanding resources for deeper humanitarian work.
What’s your purpose? Why do you exist? And why does any of that matter? If you’re looking for answers in this life, I hope you find what’s looking for you.
I’ve learned my purpose over time, and I’m excited to help other writers discover a path forward with their unique style of writing.