I’m happy to be back here again. It took me a long while to unfold my need to be writing again. I’ve been learning to master the art of (dis)connection and at the same time, proving myself that art was not mere an object of my passion. I’ve been under much stress, that’s true. And the fact that I feel lonely and full of energy has made me think twice how was I going to continue with my writing. Many things are happening at the same time, life evolves in mysterious ways and sometimes what we think normal isn’t like that anymore. Nothing wrong with that. There aren’t absolutes. We tend to think we are on the right path, and the following moment fall into emptiness without warning. And that’s fine. Although we may be not prepared for it.
Let’s see.. In the past months I’ve realized my writing hasn’t improved much. I’ve been too much involved with myself, my own visions of life, changing from one subject to the other. Keeping my head among the clouds, walking all the time on the same circle. In that sense I don’t see much improvement. There has been no reality check after all, no art.