Where is the sunlight?
I feel ill more often than not. Some days are better than others. The nausea and dizziness are overwhelming at times. The ringing in both of my ears continues. If I am lucky, I will not have a rash on my face, hands, neck, and most of my body.
It is hard to stare at the computer screen for more than 30 minutes. By then, my head starts to swim.
And nobody has the answers. They go through the motions of playing their role, whatever it may be.
I do not have writer’s block, I am melancholic. The events of the world still seem so fictional to me. To have read about them is one thing, to live them is another.
The books I am reading currently:
Margaret Atwood inspires me. An article of hers came through Google News and I read it. Then, I was compelled to write more. Just write. That’s it. About anything.
Because when you look backwards, that is, if you decide to look back: you will wonder about the things you did not do. The regrets of what could have been.
So for today, I will ask this question: What else can go right? What else could go well? Where else can we bathe in the joy of the sunflower?
What’s on your mind lately? Who are you reading?
