I write a lot about a lot of things. I'm passionate about what I write because it has meaning and context. I feel like I can make a difference. But what if I don't feel like I can? What if I can't convince myself today that it's for a mutual benefit?
Sometimes I need to write because I can. That because of that fact I still feel human. That I'm normal. That I'm still breathing. And sometimes that's enough.
I've been pondering what my next blog was going to be about and it threw me for a loop because I wasn't sure. So hours turned into days and days weeks. I felt like I needed something legitimate to talk about and it evaded me. That's when I realized that's exactly what I needed to talk about. Nothing.
When I start trying to decide how I can get people to read my blog then I have entirely defeated the reason for writing it in the first place. It becomes forced and unbelievable. It becomes not me. I've fight too hard to be me so I refuse to sell out now.
So I have no message. I have no points of wisdom that will explain the unexplainable today. And I'm fine with that. You know why? Because I realized I can write because I can. Plain and simple. I enjoy writing. I can. So I did.
If there's something you're expecting it of this then fine, I give you this. There doesn't have to be a reason for something. There doesn't have to be an expected outcome. There doesn't have to be expectations. If you enjoy doing something then do it and let that be the only reason.
Keep life simple and do the things that make you happy. The things that make you happy need no explanation at all.
I'm not bipolar-I have bipolar
R. M. Sully
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