Hello there,
Hope you are well today.
I don’t normally do this, this being writing a response to something which was not a question or otherwise sent in my general direction. I will make an exception today as I try to embrace change and this being a first represent that type of change I would like to embrace. So bare with me if you are still reading… and if so, thank you!, and keep going ๐
I read the piece you wrote the other day and it affected my mode somewhat, which is why I decided to put down my thoughts on a crumbling piece of papyrus. Although after some frantic search for papyrus in the attic and later a serious consideration for the trees of the world I decided to go virtual and post it on Tumbler instead. I hope you don’t mind, I will name you anonymous for now. ย
As of your expression of the increasing hate for yourself I can fully relate, well not hate of you (as of that I have none) but the hate of the self (me, myself and I in this case). The effort we make to try and keep everyone happy for every second of the day, the questioning if we deserve to be happy when we cannot make others happy, the idea that we will have to give something up to be happy, I can relate to it all, completely.
So my advice to you is… none. Sorry I did not write this letter to give you advice, I wrote it to make you aware that people (not a single person) would be happier if you somehow disappeared and disconnected from the world in whichever way, physical or spiritual. I shall not continue down a fluffy path here but end by saying that your creative side is a gift you have been given and one that results in words and other gifts that the world (and the self!) is enjoying immensely. I wish to continue to enjoy the fruits of your labour so for my sake and the sake of the balance of the world I hope you keep on creating.
Remember that there is nothing wrong with only painting with back and white on some days, there are an infinite number of shades of grey there to make a world.
Bye for now ๐
