when things feel stagnant
my life feels consumed with materialism and inefficiency. i have all these things around me that are supposed to make my happy, pretty, warm, etc. and yet, with all these things that are supposed to bring happiness and possibly productivity/creation, i lack all of that.
i’m not writing songs or stories. i’m not drawing or painting. i’m not learning constantly anymore. existence feels still.
i’m not gonna wait for the new year for my resolutions. i have guitars (yes plural), a new keyboard, a closetful of clothes, countless resources to learn and be engaged. and i’m going to do that. i’m not striving for happiness in particular, but i wouldn’t be surprised if i stumbled upon it.
gotta keep the wheels churning. consistency and stillness is never good for me.
