Random writing from an email

"I think that’s part of why I insulate myself from emotions; the old grief card left me feeling so terrible about the world that I didn’t want to live anymore simply over things beyond my control. I took in so much guilt from the surrounding numerous influences that I couldn’t handle it and my self esteem was annihilated. I imagine you did too. We’re both very empathetic and probably relate to all the things we reject because we feel so rejected; the uneaten bowls of food are the prospects of our futures, and the sad feeling is the realization of lost possibility. It really does feel like dying.

The only way to avert that feeling is to create new possibilities, to open up and unfold the universe before you rather than watching it narrow into a precipice to death and then lamenting your sad fate. Each time you choose to take actions that move you forward, you feel life revitalized with a new infinity of futures, the horizon populated by new pathways to the beyond."

Sometimes, I write things.