iThink...thereFore, iAm
"The unexamined life is not worth living" - Socrates
I was trying to write something earlier on, an article, when I found myself stuck at not just expression, but with what to say. A part of me, the counselor inside, saw this with great detachment, and analyzed it as a third party.
I realized, at that point, that I feel far smaller that I could have been. Inadequate, in every aspect, and not knowing what can be done. Or perhaps, knowing that nothing can be done.
Perhaps it’s because of what I’ve been through that makes me feel diminished, small. Perhaps it’s because of what I’ve not been through. Either way brings a sense of helplessness, a need for a guide, and a yearning to be accepted, beloved. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the inspiration to write - I was so eager to pen it all down. Yet when I tried to I saw so many empty spots, so many loopholes, so many things that weren’t complete.
Where is the love?
The Wordsmith in me, is dead.
