A Small Existential Crisis

Words are not coming. I can’t read. I am sleepless and restless. My mind is confounded and my body is frozen by inaction. The will that was before strong and clear has drifted softly away. Complicit acceptance looms, my inévitable fate as I sink slowly into the quicksand of resignation. It is a question of time, only.

There are two powerful, ideologically opposed elements tugging the opposite ends of the rope stretched over the pool of mud that is my mind.


My mind is trapped in gridlock, struggling to process the facts and information at hand; the growing need for work, the ‘’need’’ to settle down and the environment pressuring me to do so. It seems to be the greatest riddle of my life. Undescribable. Inevitable.


And yet, my spirit is plagued by the persistent, increasingly urgent need to soar..

with love always,
LMA