... with a whimper
I don't post anymore...
It isn't because I gave up on blogging; it is because I gave up writing. There are probably two things that are mostly responsible, and both of them are people, but there are a lot of other things involved. A few years ago I started doing things, one at a time, that I thought might make my life better, or at the least, were the kinds of things that, collectively, looked a lot like becoming a grown-up. Surprisingly, all of these things seemed to have colluded to make the world a little less difficult to understand, and as such I don't have to resort to writing as a way of organizing my thoughts in a futile effort to comprehend why life boils down to an endless parade of the awkward and the aggravating.
Instead of being stirred to create I am mostly just lulled into the apathy of contentment; I am happy therefore I am. It is new to me, or at least, it has been so long forgotten that it seems new. I am not comfortable with the trade, and I feel confident that the desire to express myself will return, but I am hopeful that I will be able to find a balance that allows for both. For now, though, I am comfortable waiting it out.
So sentimental...
Not sentimental, no...
Romantic...
Not discussing it...
While I like the song in general, and the opening verse especially (even though I've changed the last line to suit my desires), this song seems to be about having a fight with a significant other, an activity to which I give a solid "thumbs down."
Locating MOG account...
Comments (5)
Well, the good news is you know that, should the need or desire return, we'll be here in one form or another!
I can relate, I think, a bit. My writing has slacked off a bit for a myriad of reasons, but I think one of them might be similar to what you stated here, the lack of need to. Finding MOG was a godsend when I did, just to find so many out there who shared my deep love of music. That love is still there, as is the need to talk about it, but I don't feel the need to post things as much now. I do still, at times, for one reason or another, and I comment when it feels right to do so, but it's not "necessary" in the sense it used to be.
I'm glad to hear, though, that it's a result of contentment. Not too bad a thing, now, is it?
I really miss your writing, but not enough to wish you unhappiness and confusion in order that I may have more of it....
as a person who has created art since i was 15 there have been periods where i have stopped for months or years and then return with new vigor. I wish that i could be content with not creating but so far that has not happened.. i always return sooner or later. the search for peace seems unrelenting.
Elusive, elusive balance. I thought I found it but recently found that what I found was one version of it that is just okay but I'm not crazy about.
Once more I am emboldened to invoke a favorite Weakerthans lyric, excerpted:
Always meander and forever be able to run away without contending with myths wrongly interpreted with pain.
PS- Oi, it's good to see you Mogging. (:
Thanks for the comments, guys. As they say, it is the people who make mog, and your comments remind me how incredible it has been to find a place where one is greeted with more than just a dimishing echo when they shout into the void.