Someone I love so much is hurting today, and I wish there were something I could do to change that. I have been out of touch with everyone in my life it feels for the past month at least because, well, life is hard. I've said it to myself so many times, "life is just so hard." Yes, it is. I try to comfort myself with the familiar quote I've heard from somewhere that nothing worth doing is ever easy.
Is it March already? I am chastising myself a bit for having ignored my blog for so long. I wasn't going to do that! Let life get in the way, or lose momentum. So here I go again. I am starting, it feels from scratch, but not really. I realized tonight I just have to get something down and the rest will come; the momentum will return. It's hard to be so positive sometimes, yet it's critical for my survival; otherwise, the depression will creep back in, kind of like "The Blob".
Have you seen "Black Swan"? Here's the thing I love about movies like this and especially books: you can believe whatever you want about the story, the ending. I won't spoil it for you if you haven't seen it, but my interpretation of the ending seems to be the least popular; that is, I am in the minority - so far I haven't gotten anyone to agree with me. That's okay. That's the beauty of art, and even if the creator of that art has a definite, decided explanation of what it means, I can still believe inside that there is something else to it.
I guess what I'm saying, maybe what this post is all about, is that interpretation is everything.
Is it March already? I am chastising myself a bit for having ignored my blog for so long. I wasn't going to do that! Let life get in the way, or lose momentum. So here I go again. I am starting, it feels from scratch, but not really. I realized tonight I just have to get something down and the rest will come; the momentum will return. It's hard to be so positive sometimes, yet it's critical for my survival; otherwise, the depression will creep back in, kind of like "The Blob".
Have you seen "Black Swan"? Here's the thing I love about movies like this and especially books: you can believe whatever you want about the story, the ending. I won't spoil it for you if you haven't seen it, but my interpretation of the ending seems to be the least popular; that is, I am in the minority - so far I haven't gotten anyone to agree with me. That's okay. That's the beauty of art, and even if the creator of that art has a definite, decided explanation of what it means, I can still believe inside that there is something else to it.
I guess what I'm saying, maybe what this post is all about, is that interpretation is everything.
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