A Simple, Quiet Life
The normal, everyday
I sit and write in the pitch black.
Coffee to my left, books to my right. A little heater warms my side. It quiet, I make the silence louder by wearing noise-cancelling headphones.
This is the most peace I’ll feel all day. The quiet, still existence of my life. Soon the world will take over. The work, the noise, the expectations. They’ll come flooding in.
But for now, this quiet darkness is my safe place, my stillness, my safety.
Sometimes it’s hard to ignore your emotions
I sit here every morning. Sometimes fearful, sometimes hopeful — each day I try to write through them all. To write through my feelings to get to a place better than when I started.
To exist through the work. To write. To explore my mind.
Its funny, you’d think doing a thing over and over would mean monotony, you’d feel the same things over and over again. You’d get bored. For me, I’ve found the more I write, the more different the daily experience is.
It’s hard to ignore your emotions, fear is the hardest.
The trouble is, often we don’t know why we feel these things, where it comes from, how it started, how to stop it. But there is beauty in the…
