There’s always a first in everything…
I got to be honest but I just slept last night, like the other nights. It’s the first new year’s eve celebration that I seem to have ignored. It’s not a good start but I’d like to believe that things will change in the next few days. I have been struggling from my pessimism for the past months. Day after day, I wanted to change even a minuscule of my breathing just to say that I’ve done something new. I have seen my daily loss of passion. It’s fatal, until now I still don’t get it. Is it a choice? Is it enough? Writing used to be my best friend, but all of a sudden it became my antagonist. It’s the just the first day of the year, and I here am pouring my thoughts, and my tragedy.
And I don’t understand why I came up with this post.
I really need to pull this from my system. It’s just sad. Writing is killing me. Writing should be a therapy, but why should it end up like this? Why is this phase so elusive?
And all I want to do now is watch something on big screen. I’ve noticed that movies are being recycled and reinvented though. I am looking forward to a freshly conceived movie. Truth be told, I am sick and tired of sequels and adaptations. Where’s the creative function of industry now? I can’t remember when was the last time I’m amused.