“…to sleep, perchance to dream…”
I have long since passed that age where I realize that there is more track behind me now than lies before me. I won’t use this as another lamentation on my own mortality and fear of death, I’ve done that before.
Rather, I am trying to put more time into those things that bring me joy and catharsis. That explains this blog. I have a need to express myself within the written word, either in a blog post or handwritten within one of my many journals.
I don’t write because I have something particularly profound to say, I’m not that vain, but rather as a compulsion. I have to express myself, I have to write, and as I am finding, it helps my mental health
For me writing is meditative, contemplative, and soothing. I find calm when I write. As I get older I find I need to settle my mind and wrap myself in that peace before I go to sleep.
So here I am, sometime after 1:00 AM typing, having just written two entries into my film journal. Having now done that I’m hopeful that the still, that catharsis, lasts long enough for me to get some rest.
Good night.
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