Out of Practice
I really need some discipline in my life. In almost every aspect. I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I think I’ve gained a filter between my thoughts and the words that express them. As far as writing goes, I can’t seem to adequately express myself. While words are never really an adequate equivalent of thought or emotion, I used to be able to derive more satisfaction from my compositions than I do now. Obviously I’m out of practice from not writing for so long, and I’m referring to a couple of years not to the previous small smattering of insignificant entries I managed to squeeze onto here.
It seems as you age things spin away from you. “Turning and turning in the widening gyre. . . Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;” says Yeats. Our lives fall apart pieces at a time, until we are mere characterizations of ourselves.
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