Sometimes when you care, its not always seen that way. A phone call to ask a loved-one where they are can easily be interpreted into you trying to keep tabs on them. A simple request to drive safely or mention of a dangerous habit can spur a heated argument. Not everyone takes being cared about well. For whatever reason some people lash out at those who genuinely care for them. Or they may even take advantage of that kindness. Abusing it or misusing it. That reason is likely to be resolved within them but it puts said care-giver in a precarious position to either mute how they feel (which isnt good) or just stop caring altogether. Emotions arent as easy to slice and compartmentalize. I question whether or not many people are able to separate themselves from themselves in order to properly assess their emotions. We are wholes, comprised of parts but wholes nonetheless. I question myself and my ability to love and care for individuals in my life as their attitude permits. Or do I develop a mechanism for not caring at all while feigning to do so only when its conveniently received…
Sometimes its easier to just not give a damn.
Change requires action. An action that isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes we have to do whats necessary to evoke change. Those necessities may very well upset our environments. Still, in order to avoid becoming stagnant we must free ourselves of redundancies that do not either propel us forward or improve our lives. Its not always easy and well received. Sometimes change lies on the heels of revealing the unpopular truth, modifying our career paths, discontinuing toxic friendships/relationships; admitting to lovers that interest has dulled, and often times its simply saying NO. Its not always a feel-good deed but its often called for. Getting a head and becoming better people are not characteristics born from remaining the same. We have to be practiced and challenged for betterment.
Change = Poised for Perfection
I recently read somewhere that true writers write something everyday, I think it was some self-improvement blog I read. Writing was the example used. Anyway…it went on to say that true writers write everyday. Whether the muse it with them or not, they still write.
The article referenced some of the struggle with daily writing…finding time, opportunity, and substance to write. I suggested scheduling a time to write daily and sticking to it (Im poor at scheduling anything) Im very random and Ive come to understand that this is a very difficult habit for me to break but Im willing to try.
I like to start with identifying the problem in order to find a solution or resolution. Im my case, I think of myself as a writer most due to the action. But when I write, I find myself subconsciously writing for this certain “umpf!”. I write to feel that twinge of excitement, that sense of vigor and edge, or indulgence. I like to feel that when I read what I have written. And when I Dont feel that, I either abandon the task altogether or I end up amassing many unfinished poems and essays.
Im going to try this daily writing…at the same time everyday. Im going to try it. No matter what. If Lady Muse is along for the ride, so be it. If she has chosen to abandon me in my quest, I shall stroke alone.
I’ll write! By God! I will write! Daily! Something! I’ll Write!