Cold day, winds blowing. Seems wet and miserable outside, but right now it’s not raining. I guess that might be seen as a positive. However, it can also be seen as a negative. Don’t know as to why I felt a need to state that, but I did and now it has been stated and I’m not going back on that as the only way right now is forward, though I must admit that perhaps I will loop around later. We’ll see.
Anyway, it’s a bit sad as the rain was almost like an old friend and now it’s gone, but I’m sure that it will return at various points in the day, in which it really just might feel like an old friend at that point and that’s not something I necessarily want to feel, though perhaps I do. A bit indecisive at the moment about all of that stuff, really.
I know that at the very least I’m going to be sitting here so I may as well try to make use of my time before I don’t have enough time to get things done in the day, though of course that is approaching soon. I know that I will be spending part of that time listening to music and thus through the art of listening to music I shall be doing one thing, but perhaps I should be doing other things. Perhaps there should be more resting rather than less, but there are things to do and I don’t want more days of laziness as I’ve had enough of those.
Saying things I’ve said plenty of times and need to move away from, so I guess that from this point onward this writing will be about other things, such as the time I am trying to not look at as it distracts from the writing and that is not want I want right now. I don’t want to be distracting myself. I just want a continuous writing that expresses something, even if it is only slightly more interesting than the tedium of something not that interesting, or something.
Perhaps this is where it all ends and I need to realise that the bubble upon which I have contained myself isn’t going to get any bigger unless I pop it and just make a clean break from the whole affair of writing about the one (or at least small group) subject (or subjects) rather than try and wean my way off of it, as something something and then realisation about how I can grow as a person instead of just holding myself back for fear of failure, as it is time that I step out of my own shadow and truly let myself explore the possibilities afforded to me and let all the pain and hurt come in and learn to grow from it and face it and fight it off so that I too can finally become stronger and thus climb the mountain of my own inertia.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:39:68
This is… merely okay.
That’s all I have to say.
Written at homre.