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It’s 1:15am. I’ve been up since 4:30am. It’s NaNoWriMo time #nanowrimo #writein #writerslife #writersofinstagram
Life Navigator
Life Without Meaning
Would life have ANY meaning without death? Conversely, Can death have ANY meaning without life? The two remain separate Yet, Deliciously entwined; Each, Completely dependent upon the other’s Purpose And meaning, For its own, solitary existence. A fear filled, Symbiotic wedding, Collaboratively espousing both, Forever, Into a misunderstood, Intricately difficult marriage. A dance Is it, therefore, a crime, To breathe … To endure One side of this relational consciousness; This animate entelechy And Yet, To cling Desperately desiring Wanting, Craving, Hungering, Needing, D E M A N D I N G The perceived simplicity of ultimate escape; Of oblivion; Of Relief; Of the perfect rescue Offered teasingly and ONLY By the duality Of a shared, conscious existence. This has become the unforgiving dilemma, In which, My waking mind now drowns, And, My dreaming mind now attempts escape. The heavy shadow Of secret, Consuming necessity Upon my daily duties and obligatory smiles, Belies me; Heaving… Staggeringly… Weighted. Time unravels. Normally rewarded spaces; Concealed between the moments; Are normally found quiet, Hope filled. They stand as unburdened sanctuaries; Shelters against the experiences Of life; Sadly, they’ve become polluted. Obsessive curiosity; Monstrous heartbreak, And Soul shattering loss of ability to trust… Beyond one’s own, Protectively, ceremonious conventionalism, Demands an answering. Does separation of death Truly, Sever intimacy, and knowledge of existential existence? Did I live If I am dead? Am I dead, If I Have lived? Is there a whisper, carrying my name upon it’s billows; Moving freely through world, and time… After I Have Chosen My Path? Does, my soul travel upon unique memory; Excreting experiences ‘Til the last empty, hurt Has been successfully released… Allowing a graceful fading to nothingness? Question upon hurt And Experience upon question, Upon sadness; Upon fear; Fueling my dissipating soul… Propelling it’s frozen; Shivering core, Ever forward Will there never be relief? Can, this chosen transition To the next Great Realm Of Possibility, Honestly ever bring comfort Hope Or the eternally sought rescue I need? Where is that caring, truthful soul; Punished brutally; Fearful; destroyed Yet, She is eager to disclose The ONE precious secret To ME; The Lost Life Navigator? Where is the weary Warrior; Ready to warn ME? Prepared to allow ME, One small peek, One gentle reminder…. Of a possible… Heavenly… Tomorrow? Where is MY guide? She is so desperately needed MY Curiously eager soul Calls to HER, R E A C H I N G Through the vastness of space; Time; Sempiternity; Pleading HER skillful direction, Deep…deeper…even deeper, Yet Into the depths of a long forgotten, Magically, enlightened Quintessence A deeply buried, Unrecognized; Unthought; Felt, yet, unrecovered Palpable knowledge. Which HAD always, ETERNALLY, existed! Hidden Here, in the depths of discovery, Waiting… Waiting for MY broken soul To become ready To receive, And, to accept its answers Its Existence NO !!!!! My mind ! It has been deliberately disturbed! Outside! A noise! Loud! Booming! Drawing me… A W A Y …… Yanking me in an unspeakable instant, From the tranquil familiarity My soul had so suddenly found. In finding, But not quite reaching home….. No precision in thought deed or action are necessary… NOW Only seclusion of mind Complete silence Can help me, now, IF I am ever To return HOME….Again Home It IS calling; Reaching; Begging my return. My longing is unbearable. A Loneliness, I can’t begin to explain; Intolerable agony I must act! I must go back! My decision MUST be final! For, a life without meaning Is Indeed, A TRUE death, And, A soul without a home… Truly has …. NO MEANING ……….
Week One: Trying to get motivated
We have survived the first week of Nanowrimo. How is everyone who is playing along doing with your goals? I just change mine to 15 scenes. I'm now at 4 scenes out of 15, but that involved rushing to edit today as I got little editing done throughout the week. Why?
Well, we went to my comic con (Fan expo) and though very motivating; I was asleep by the end of the day. At the fan expo, we went to three writing panels: Writing with emotion, shared storytelling, and writing a novel starter guide. I would highly encourage writers to go to events like this because they really help inspire, especially if you are feeling struck. And either way, it will make you a better writer. My take away was it is never too late to write, keep trying until you are published or publish your own work, and that shared storytelling is creating fresh stories and new communities.
Sadly, when I arrived home on the 3rd, I have a huge migraine attack from all the July 4th nonsense. It sounded like we were under siege. There was no writing/editing the 3rd-5th. There are still fireworks happening.
Anyway, I will do some vlogs on my progress and write-ins in order to keep me focused. Wish me luck and other campers let me know how you are doing.
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