So guess what I discovered- the safety of our routines.
Sounds crazy, right? Well, that's truth. I've tried and escape this loop by learning something new, I have slept for hours on end trying to think of nothing but nightmares, I've learnt something new everyday; but the danger of not having a backup terrifies me. I have had the epiphany that my routine college life is my escapism- from dealing with the monstrosity my mind conjures, I end up swirling myself in redundant activities.
Well, won't I end up yapping about it till my breath exhausts my voice? I do! However, that's way better than the silent roar on days I take a break trying to write, read or listen to something. Moreover, they're mere distractions from the inevitable.
I highly yearn for displacement- immersing myself in something that's valuable and worth my time. Then again, I realized no matter how much I crave and execute my talents (if you can call them) I never feel good enough of them. No matter how much I spill and create patterns of words, the dew in the window pane becomes the residue of my tears which reflects my self-degradation.
Somehow, in the due course of time, it occurred in my head that I must be more compassionate and some setbacks are completely okay. I'm learning to discover my spark, attempting to entrance myself in my poems. In the end, we all express to be be heard and not impress and compare the loftiness of the subjectivity in each other.
So for this week, displace not distract, that is, opt an activity that you really adore and entrance yourself into it, conform to the love that you possess and wield for that task and drown yourself away from the problems for a while before the storm that's awaiting you ends up spewing volcanic waves on you. Because these little things are the your iceberg to melt those waves and the tip of it will have been scraped by you once you are inspired to change.
Engage, engorge and encourage.