This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
Have a conversation with yourself. Figure out what’s important. And what’s not. Sometimes the words come. And sometimes they scatter before the impending doom afraid to state the obvious knowing that it’s not the author’s time to know yet. So the inspiration dissipates. Until the breaking point comes. Then the words flow full force like a dam being broken rushing out into the master’s medium. Communicating. Sometimes you lose yourself to something. And then you start to invest too much energy into needing it to succeed. And if you’re lucky sooner or later whether it’s too late or not you realize that the only chance it ever had of succeeding was if you were relaxed about it all. Logically the hardest time to find peace would be in the midst of chaos, uncertainty, and unwanted change. Loss and regret. Pain and hardship. Maybe in the loss of a loved one. Whether they die and are lost to the world or else they just somehow become lost to you. Sometimes the difficulty of life becomes so hard for us to bear that our unconscious mind almost just rips out our souls from the hidden space in our minds and puts it back firmly in the forefront of everything where it properly belongs. And then despite everything (and also because of everything) we find a deep sort of peace that allows us to navigate calmly back to safer waters. Like maybe if you were in a ship and you knew a very serious storm was coming. Then for a while you were deeply afraid as everything kept picking up velocity. A very real sort of hopelessness and despair entered your heart. Then when the storm is at it’s very worst a new feeling, maybe one never experienced, enters you, giving you the strength to save yourself. A real, integral sense of wholeness not what other’s would say not having experienced it, fleeting and imagined.