Why do people succumb to anger?
It feels so easy to slip into its grasp. But at the same time, from a distance, it looks quite stupid. Aren't we overreacting? What's the point of hitting one another, yelling at one another, going to war with one another? Yet when are up close, immersed in anger, we feel nothing but blissful rage, if that makes sense. Sweet revenge empowers us. Makes us feel as if we are at the top of the world. Maybe it is a survival mechanism. But I sure wish it weren't.
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mind block
Interesting... a draft from 2009. Those were the days...
I have been experiencing a lot of mind blocks recently, yet I do not even understand what it is..
My mind goes blank. I have a book in front of me, but I won't read it. I have a pen in front of me, but I won't write. I have everything in the world to do, but I don't do it.
That's what's bugging me.
Exercise does help a lot. Getting out in fresh air, taking a stroll, physical stuff.
Yesterday, I was at Memorial and I saw a summer concert (part of the series). The Retro Rockets were playing - a local rock and roll band. I guess being limited in my Western music repertoire, I just sat there feeling blank. I did like Stormy Monday, though. A jovial man came out to sing it. And he was blessed with a great voice. It was good to hear him.
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And in many ways, I still feel like that today. So many words, yet how to make them fall on paper? I don't even really get how I write... Where the heck do these words come from? Why are they coming now? And what do they really mean?
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mind block
Interesting... a draft from 2009. Those were the days...
I have been experiencing a lot of mind blocks recently, yet I do not even understand what it is..
My mind goes blank. I have a book in front of me, but I won't read it. I have a pen in front of me, but I won't write. I have everything in the world to do, but I don't do it.
That's what's bugging me.
Exercise does help a lot. Getting out in fresh air, taking a stroll, physical stuff.
Yesterday, I was at Memorial and I saw a summer concert (part of the series). The Retro Rockets were playing - a local rock and roll band. I guess being limited in my Western music repertoire, I just sat there feeling blank. I did like Stormy Monday, though. A jovial man came out to sing it. And he was blessed with a great voice. It was good to hear him.
***
And in many ways, I still feel like that today. So many words, yet how to make them fall on paper? I don't even really get how I write... Where the heck do these words come from? Why are they coming now? And what do they really mean?
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