ever see someone going through something, some sort of pain, depression, what have you, and think… dang I used to be there, and now I’m in a much better place, and you just want to reach out, to tell them everything you did to find the peace that you have now. well in some cases you can, but in most cases, from my experience, people will be ready for that kind of advice or even just a conversation about that kind of stuff at a later time, once they’ve gone through whatever process they have to, to come to the realization that it all starts with the self. seeking outside influences to change how your feeling is mostly detrimental, unless they’re more positive outlets.
I used to think that I was uninspired, or unmotivated to write. but as soon as you change your perspective, set some goals and just push through, the words will start flowing, the healing will start patching. don’t mean to sound hippy dippy or anything like that, but really believing in yourself is a pretty powerful thing. I used to think my writing is garbage. but then who the fuck cares. theres probably millions of people out there writing just as much garbage as me. And why should we compare ourselves and our process and progress in this life to anyone else’s to be honest?
“one person’s garbage is another person’s treasure…”
it’s probably more important to just relate as much as possible, and if not relate, to try and understand in a curiously healthy way.
could probably go for another hour writing about nothing. Is this a solution though, a cohesive piece, with a beginning middle and end?
does it matter?
lyrical disaster 