“You know– one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…” (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince)
Today, I have a freaking writer’s block.
Maybe a whole year of it or two.
It’s kind of frustrating since it meant that I am slowing down, when I didn’t want to. I am drowning with this life, when it should not be that suffocating. I felt like I needed something more, but something more meant I have to persevere to fit in. I abhor this mediocrity. But it meant early mornings and late nights,on the expense of my personal being.
I saved this post of sunsets for a long time. It reminds me of half the eerie feeling that day ended, and half of it meant joy, as the darkness settles, as there was a beautiful reminder. I am lucky, I’ve seen a lot of them, anywhere, and I have even appreciate it in this hectic city.
Maybe I am in a rut right now. Maybe I’ll never recover. Maybe, and I’ll know later on. I’ll never regret it once the answer is in front of me.