#despondancy

I don’t know about you, but the last season (at least three years) has been like living through blight and drought. A few weeks ago, a friend on FB made a post about Wheat and Tares that has served as a spark to relight my fire. Gratefully, this friend is allowing me to include what he wrote in a post of my own — NOT this one, I’m still working on that one; it’s the hardest story I’ve ever had to…

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I feel ... dissatisfied lately. With life. I feel like there's no such thing as excitement anymore, there's nothing out there left to get my adrenaline pumping, nothing left to discover. In a world where satellite technology maps every inch of sea, sky and land and turns people into robots, what room is there left for imagination or mystery? Perhaps I need a new scene, a new hobby, something to, as Slyvia Plath so accurately put: 

"thus hallowing an interval/otherwise inconsequent...and grant/a brief respite from fear/ of total neutrality. 

As childish as it may sound, I want to go on an adventure. I want to travel uncharted lands and do amazing things. I want to create something beautiful, but I feel that in a world in which -I personally- believe originality and individuality is dead, what chance does anyone have at creating something truly unique? I was in school today, and I sudden started thinking what I was going to do when I get home; get changed out of my uniform, perhaps get something to eat, go on Facebook and talk to a load of people under the pretense that we like each other, maybe get some food, and then go to bed. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And they day before that, before that, before that. I like to go for a walk to clear my head when I get like this, but as I walked home from school I just though "what if, just if, I dropped everything and just kept walking? Where would I end up?"