Diary, Tuesday March 10th, 2015.
I have decided to blog on a regular basis, and today is blogging day. I suppose that generally, I prefer writing a straightforward diary of events, but I get the impression that a lot of blog readers prefer a more poetic style, so that’s what I’m going for today. Any thoughts, opinions and feedback are welcome.
I am sitting at my window, at my desk, looking outside.
The sun is shining, with white clouds and a blue sky.
My heart is full of sorrow; secret pain caused by selfish suffering.
Suffering focused on ‘what if?’
‘What if this has happened to me?’
‘What if that has happened to me?’
I’m connected to millions of people, but at the same time alone.
The yard opposite is still full of hedgetrimmers.
I went for a reflexology session in town earlier.
Walking along, it felt like spring. For the first time this year.
There’s a graveyard beside the High Street, and as I went by, it seemed quiet and peaceful. One new grave, the others old. Sunshine on short, trimmed grass.
I want to write something inspired. Something genius that gets people to see things from my point of view. Something that will get people to help me. I know it’s a long shot.
It feels like the kind of day that is good to spend beside the sea.
Winter’s cold has lost its grip, and the flood of tourists is still just a trickle.
Who are you, watching me?
Do you have pain, like I do?
Do you have memories of good times?
We’re connected, but a thousand miles apart.
This is more difficult than I thought it would be.
Because I’m not a hero.
Because I don’t know what I’m doing.
But then who does?
I hope that the world will become a better place, but maybe you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs.
We have to help each other, but our track record is poor. Good things do happen, but at the slow pace of history.
Doesn’t matter if we fail, as long as we keep going. A worldwide group hug, standing on the edge. Our feet are near the precipice, but there are stars above our heads.
What am I saying? I don’t know. I guess I’m saying we have to help each other, and to not give up.