Struggles hinder us, as we are emotional beings. Emotional struggles render us human beings useless. It doesn’t matter the nature of the struggle. We all go through it with anything that we decide to make important to us in our life. Friday my dear friends, somebody I made important to me left to return home. Just for the summer. I may even do the same in the next couple months. Yet here I am, plagued with writer’s block and “sit and home and do nothing” syndrome.
It makes no sense to me. So let me try to put this misfortune to paper (metaphorically) in hopes of understanding it.
Does it always make sense? The heart wants what the heart wants. Even when you ask it to stop wanting.
Clearly it’s Batman while the brain is Robin.
What I mean by this is, logically I can’t think of why I feel this way – believe me I have given myself all the time in the world to think. So in a sense, the brain just takes a back seat to the emotions of the heart. We are emotional beings.
When we broke up I guess you can say that it was a logical decision. Ok maybe it was a bit more logical than what I’m letting on. Based on my previous circumstances, I made changes. This one by far the hardest but it was still made. When did those months put themselves there? I truly feel like I just woke up from this coma. I knew I wasn’t connected emotionally (there’s that word again) to anything, I knew what I was trying to do and was formulating how to do it, but I didn’t see this happening. Any of it.
“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans” – John Lennon
Indeed it truly is. This lesson along with those of his more recent posts, I read so eagerly from this blogger, Matt. Even in his claim of not knowing what he is doing, he still forms a guide for someone like me. His experience is being absorbed by this in-experienced mind. In this thing we call life it’s good to know that you are not alone sometimes.
I think it’s interesting how I felt like I was going through the motion of everything and now that I feel an emotion, I feel connected to that last time. That last moment when my brain tried to be Batman.
Love will be love. No matter your definition of it. I believe that each and every one of us has his or her own interpretation of it and trust me; you’re right, don’t worry about your friend’s relationship. Now don’t get me wrong, this weekend doesn’t make that r-word any less spine chilling. I am certain that this is a mutual thought. The step forward may just be a metaphorical one as opposed to a literal one.
I want to understand this weekend. There’s something to be learnt here. So this is my uninspired inspiration.
A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.