An Odd Feeling

An odd feeling.

Is loneliness a feeling, or a state of being? A creature, a monster that lurks? Or is it something more. A machine, powered by anger and sadness and a host of other emotions? I don’t know, I couldn’t tell you. Why are you asking me anyway? I’m just a stupid writer dealing with stupid emotions that mean nothing.

Anger is the odd one. You’re alone, what would you have to be angry at? The world? Angsty kid. It’s meaningless, get angry AT something, channel it, use it. Hate to sound like a Sith but just do it. Allow the anger to take you somewhere, to write, to produce, to create! Getting angry at the people that left you sounds bad but, the brutal honesty you can emit from that anger can be just as useful. Show the person you are upset, show them WHY you are upset. Prove to them that you can’t just be walked over and forgotten. Heck even if that person still says screw off, you’ll feel better.

Sadness is the obvious one. A monster that hungers for your every second, that rips motivation and attacks creativity. Smash it. KILL it. Destroy every fibre of its being and leave nothing for the wolves. Imagery can be strong, picture it, move through it, part that ocean of tears as if you are the next Moses.

Finally… Accept it. Accept what has happened, and attack the world with a new vibrancy. Search for new people, new opportunities, new experiences. See life through a different lens and progress as far as you can, and when you hit that wall again, push some more.

These… Paragraphs. They aren’t advice for you you see.

They’re goals for me.