essay on an Unexpected Returns
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It feels like forever that I sat and read hours into the night. Losing myself in a novel that holds me in a trance and tells me to keep reading. Looking to remaining pages wondering if it’s possible to finish the book in one sitting, yet grasping those very pages praying for the ending to never come. My eyes cloud up as that feeling of timelessness warms my chest, shifting my realities into an order that makes sense.
I stand and check the time for dawn. This time I don’t make an excuse.
It has been years. That’s why it feels like forever. I look back and see myself sitting in the midst of the night writing poetry. Tears pouring from my eyes as the feelings fell into endless verse. As though there was more time back then.
Since the end of the year, I’ve wanted to write about “2009”. It was the best year of my life, I said. And rightly so, I have never had so many life changing adventures as I did that year. It’s now late February and I haven’t penned anything. Tonight the reason came to me: for everything you gain, there is a loss.
As unpredicted events unfold that lead to my awakening, I look beyond the pretty picture painted for myself. An offset balance has occurred, outputting more words than those I consume. The thought of writing without reading is much like breathing without inhaling. The former cannot be maintained without the latter.
The saying ‘everything happens for a reason’ is usually mentioned when a person is suffering in one way or another. Ironically, the one saying it can’t necessarily relate. Reading between my own lines, I realise just how true that statement is.
I stand and check the time for dawn. This time I don’t make an excuse.
It has been years. That’s why it feels like forever. I look back and see myself sitting in the midst of the night writing poetry. Tears pouring from my eyes as the feelings fell into endless verse. As though there was more time back then.
Since the end of the year, I’ve wanted to write about “2009”. It was the best year of my life, I said. And rightly so, I have never had so many life changing adventures as I did that year. It’s now late February and I haven’t penned anything. Tonight the reason came to me: for everything you gain, there is a loss.
As unpredicted events unfold that lead to my awakening, I look beyond the pretty picture painted for myself. An offset balance has occurred, outputting more words than those I consume. The thought of writing without reading is much like breathing without inhaling. The former cannot be maintained without the latter.
The saying ‘everything happens for a reason’ is usually mentioned when a person is suffering in one way or another. Ironically, the one saying it can’t necessarily relate. Reading between my own lines, I realise just how true that statement is.
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