those depressing times
Im not exactly in a writing mood now, but to answer to this contradiction, I should just continue anyway.
Last year was a time when I averaged about a post a month for like 6-7 months isnt it. Because it wasn't easy to juggle a few things at the same time. If you know what I mean.
But I guess the most important thing is to be relentless and not give up. Hope, you could say, or maybe that strong will and love of life you force yourself to swallow. Each pill more bitter, but like medicine, makes you better after taking MANY doses. After all, how could I say that my life is more depressing than those who live in extreme poverty who cannot guarantee their next dawn? For those of us who felt that this current stage of life is a prison, how to compare to those who got wrongfully imprisoned for the things they did not do, rapes and murders they never committed? If an artist's imagination (which is so true, relevant, and excellent) would alleviate that pain and hopelessness you feel, you should watch this:
The Shawshank Redemption.
