Every Dark Cloud Has A Silver Lining
Last night I went to sleep ready to burst out into tears. Why does it seem like no one on this earth is dependable or keeps their word?
I was thinking about love, relationships and life. I was thinking about why individuals kill themselves. Don't worry, I don't have that motherfuckin' thought on the brain. I believe in God, and I don't think killing myself would be in self-defense. Besides, how could I ask God to forgive me for that earthy sin if I'm not alive?
Personally, I think it's easier to give up than it is to stick it out and try to make it through. That still doesn't mean I aint depressed like a sonofabitch.
It seems like when we think something is missing from our lives, we over compensate with something else. Humans (mostly Americans) are very good at abusing something because they expect other things to totally satisfy them. When those things don't come through, the individual sucks something else of all its joy and energy, trying to make up for what they're not getting somewhere else.
I've been picking fights for no apparent reason, besides that fact that I'm mad at the world, it seems. I haven't typed more than 1000 words on my novel in the past 5 days. I feel like I'll never finish it.
Most of all, I feel like I've become a negative, dark cloud over everybody's life, because of my moodiness. But then I always make myself remember that every dark cloud has a silver lining…
I was thinking about love, relationships and life. I was thinking about why individuals kill themselves. Don't worry, I don't have that motherfuckin' thought on the brain. I believe in God, and I don't think killing myself would be in self-defense. Besides, how could I ask God to forgive me for that earthy sin if I'm not alive?
Personally, I think it's easier to give up than it is to stick it out and try to make it through. That still doesn't mean I aint depressed like a sonofabitch.
It seems like when we think something is missing from our lives, we over compensate with something else. Humans (mostly Americans) are very good at abusing something because they expect other things to totally satisfy them. When those things don't come through, the individual sucks something else of all its joy and energy, trying to make up for what they're not getting somewhere else.
I've been picking fights for no apparent reason, besides that fact that I'm mad at the world, it seems. I haven't typed more than 1000 words on my novel in the past 5 days. I feel like I'll never finish it.
Most of all, I feel like I've become a negative, dark cloud over everybody's life, because of my moodiness. But then I always make myself remember that every dark cloud has a silver lining…
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Cavutto on
Hey man, I'm sorry to hear you're going through a rough spot. I think you hit the nail on the head with the compensation for things. I notice that when the Yankees are on a losing streak, I tend to try to watch other channels instead.
Good luck with your novel. I commend you for even having started it. You can do it!
Good luck with your novel. I commend you for even having started it. You can do it!
ABetterLife on
Hey! hang in there. Right idea about looking up. People can hurt you and the wounds sometimes are slow to heal. Everybody goes through tough times. Sometimes it may seam like some get more than their share though. You might think about trying something new just for a diversion. Maybe something you have thought about but never tried. I heard a speaker once say "If you keep doing what you've been doing, then you're going to keep getting what you've been getting."
I'm with Cavutto on the commendation on the novel. Most of us never get past the thinking stage on things like that. Good luck. Randy
I'm with Cavutto on the commendation on the novel. Most of us never get past the thinking stage on things like that. Good luck. Randy
phoenix on
Hey...my thoughts are with you, Poetiq! One thing that helped me solidify my launch pad for my book was National Novel Writing Month...
www.nanowrimo.org - a bunch of insane people sign up to write 50,000 words in a month. I think I wrote 30,000 or thereabouts, because I didn't want to write a crappy novel and have to edit it 50,000 times, so took a few more months to finish. But it really helped.
My website for editing has been down for a while, but I just re-upped it. This will kick in within the next few days. It will be www.editorgirl.com. Let me know if you need help editing when you get finished. :)
www.nanowrimo.org - a bunch of insane people sign up to write 50,000 words in a month. I think I wrote 30,000 or thereabouts, because I didn't want to write a crappy novel and have to edit it 50,000 times, so took a few more months to finish. But it really helped.
My website for editing has been down for a while, but I just re-upped it. This will kick in within the next few days. It will be www.editorgirl.com. Let me know if you need help editing when you get finished. :)
poetiq on
Thanks, Phoenix. I will most definitely contact you about that.
A Better Life, I thank you for the kind words. I put my novel down for a moment, and picked up another project to work on. Actually, it's a short story. And that's so damn true, what the speaker said.
Cavutto. I never freakin' realized how profound some of your comments are. lol. Thanks, though, those words really helped me out.
What seems so crazy is that all I needed to do was go into my work and pick up a letter someone wrote me on an article well done. My boss, of course, blew it off (think The Devil Wears Prada boss and the gate keeper of Hell). I went walking and felt great. And although my boss is a hard woman, she made me feel good when she told me, "Someone else was bragging on you as well."
A Better Life, I thank you for the kind words. I put my novel down for a moment, and picked up another project to work on. Actually, it's a short story. And that's so damn true, what the speaker said.
Cavutto. I never freakin' realized how profound some of your comments are. lol. Thanks, though, those words really helped me out.
What seems so crazy is that all I needed to do was go into my work and pick up a letter someone wrote me on an article well done. My boss, of course, blew it off (think The Devil Wears Prada boss and the gate keeper of Hell). I went walking and felt great. And although my boss is a hard woman, she made me feel good when she told me, "Someone else was bragging on you as well."
