These days have not been easy, my dear readers. Have been inundated with several constant ups and downs feelings, existential questions, labor, philosophical, literary, theological, etc, I have not been allowed to put even a point here. My mind has been completely cloudy, cloudy, dull and sterile for reasons that even today, 44 days after the last entry, I try to understand. I've drowned in thoughts absurd, crazy ideas, lots of questions, another number of errors and a pair of hits. I have spent these days blank recess without writing comment on blogs and partly moved away from that cyberspace in which agonize; unconsciously turned out by a stop on the road and a desperate attempt to organize my ideas.
I have a spirit that is in constant change, I have come to know what is the bipolarity in no time and I've played the top of desperation. I thought this year would be fruitful, I would clarify the ideas about the mind question what I do with my life? I thought to see psychologists, psychoanalysts, or even wizards and / or shamans to see if I can find answers to my existential, but I get nothing. My mind is not just a big question mark, spotting, confused and incomprehensible, and my life is reduced to simple decisions should take and I think I'm on time, or maybe later.
I have not gone away, I have not read them, I look around now and then to their sites and read them silently. My few words come to the point that not even leave a comment. I can be 25 and in the world have an endless amount of people with things much more difficult to think about, but I think mine is more than enough. Each of his who lives and nobody can solve my tantrums, so I have to go it alone.
bad thing about this crisis is that the reader becomes involved in this, not because of guilt, but because it is rude leave the blog there left no signs of activity, as if its author had eaten the earth. Someone on the other side of the screen to get here, expect to find something, could imagine that here was written and is now a vacant lot and abandoned. I would say that it is not. Would not abandon this blog, I think it has brought great things, but bear with me, little by little try to regain my routines, like so many times I've promised. I have the wrong number, about 20 entries I have tried to write to put here: stories, reflections, letters, comments, problems, solutions etc. and nothing is complete because I have the great dilemma nonconformity: anything I like or anything I think.
reiterate that there is either no signs of life, some I have read since I started, and not just leave them like this, but not before the author was going through an existential crisis of such great magnitude, where it all goes back to a not know. (Sorry if bored) but I think it's time to make a kind of catharsis in order to feel better and continue giving life to this blog.
bad thing about this crisis is that the reader becomes involved in this, not because of guilt, but because it is rude leave the blog there left no signs of activity, as if its author had eaten the earth. Someone on the other side of the screen to get here, expect to find something, could imagine that here was written and is now a vacant lot and abandoned. I would say that it is not. Would not abandon this blog, I think it has brought great things, but bear with me, little by little try to regain my routines, like so many times I've promised. I have the wrong number, about 20 entries I have tried to write to put here: stories, reflections, letters, comments, problems, solutions etc. and nothing is complete because I have the great dilemma nonconformity: anything I like or anything I think.
reiterate that there is either no signs of life, some I have read since I started, and not just leave them like this, but not before the author was going through an existential crisis of such great magnitude, where it all goes back to a not know. (Sorry if bored) but I think it's time to make a kind of catharsis in order to feel better and continue giving life to this blog.
Recently someone told me to keep an active blog is harder than you think, may be entirely comforting in a virtual space to express more of the feelings behind the screen who write these lines and all that, yet there are times when the head of the blogger is clouded, and other priorities begin to emerge, which are not always academic or work, simply existential, as in my case. There you realize, that if it is difficult to keep it alive.
So accompanied by a cup of coffee, I come to show signs of smoke, with the conviction that by all means try to keep you stuck here. I feel like I'm giving a talk on self-improvement to an audience (not more than three seats fill, of course) but I needed to. Not everything in life is so cool and funny as it should be, but we must move forward.
I'll keep charging my batteries, to mitigate my eternal karma, to clear my mind, so that I end once the cloud that I'm mental. Understand me, if I am not well mentally, and I'm on the verge of falling over the edge of existence, it is impossible to put something coherent in this blog or is it I'm capando asylum?
Thank you for your eternal patience,
Nightwriter.
