I am glad to see that you shared what was shared in your blog here as well.
What may be sad to note is that neither medium seems to be too popular to search through for some.
It is an interesting concept that we can liken this to one of the poem's themes: the general consensus accepts that they are there, but they do not understand as to why, nor do they ask. Unwitting people find it much easier to shun what may confuse them than to gain a relevant insight to the plight the unseen others take to keep fighting and writing for a cause none care to highlight.
I have found myself at a loss for words for going on a year now; I think in limited sporadic moments only because I have eschewed so much of what could stimulate my mind. I am now taking the time to read as much as possible, only commenting when I can see it fit to, but it does take awhile. My thought processes are in flux; wanting to learn, yet not wanting to work. Wanting to read, but not taking the time to reflect. Becoming more of a companion, yet not wanting to express my ideas. Hopefully I choose the right path to take from this current crossroads I have found myself stationed.
Just recently, I found myself about to respond to a writing challenge issued by roachboy, and as I was nearing completion, I refreshed the page. I am still abit perturbed by that. Now, I am reflecting that that could have been a viable option and perhaps the best course of action. What some may see as happenstance may later be viewed as an essential turning point for a later catalyst to occur. Who knows? Procastination. Perfectionism.
I don't have many preferences, only ponderances. Predicting an event or post-analyzing one brings about the same product: an unpolished postulation.
This tangent brings about one thought to my processing mind:
"Ah, I don't care what you think, so long as you're thinking."
Hopefully it works out in the end.
(At a second glance, I can see myself as Tina in some ways. Wisdom comes from reflection. I am recovering it seems.)
Thank you.
