I am back to writing my blogs. But I come back this time with an important realization of my own proclivities and predispositions - My moods seem to fall into four broad states.
In my most elated state I seem to be so overwhelmed with joy that the euphoria does not allow me to do anything worthwhile. I have to remind myself then that I need to get down to reality.
The second is what I consider my state of realism. I go about my work and life with the full awareness of how ordinary a bloke I am and how I need to work away like any other fellow, earning an honest living. I have no pretenses about my literary or artistic talents in that state.
The third state is when I am just depressed enough to delude myself into thinking that I can channelize my unhappiness into a piece of creative writing – as I seem to believe now. That is when I write these blogs. Interestingly, even as I do write them there is the rational side that says that it is after all a futile effort. It should not matter to anyone, other than me, if I wrote them at all.
And then there is the fourth state where everything seems to be lost in a sea of purposelessness. I nearly slip into an abyss of ennui, as I did recently, and I could not even bring myself to even write these inane blogs.
But it is my hope that I my mood is on the mend and that I am now on the repair trail by grace of the Lord.
Nanni....Namaskaaram...
I wrote this originally on April 4, 2015; but could not post it as a blog for some silly technical reason.
In my most elated state I seem to be so overwhelmed with joy that the euphoria does not allow me to do anything worthwhile. I have to remind myself then that I need to get down to reality.
The second is what I consider my state of realism. I go about my work and life with the full awareness of how ordinary a bloke I am and how I need to work away like any other fellow, earning an honest living. I have no pretenses about my literary or artistic talents in that state.
The third state is when I am just depressed enough to delude myself into thinking that I can channelize my unhappiness into a piece of creative writing – as I seem to believe now. That is when I write these blogs. Interestingly, even as I do write them there is the rational side that says that it is after all a futile effort. It should not matter to anyone, other than me, if I wrote them at all.
And then there is the fourth state where everything seems to be lost in a sea of purposelessness. I nearly slip into an abyss of ennui, as I did recently, and I could not even bring myself to even write these inane blogs.
But it is my hope that I my mood is on the mend and that I am now on the repair trail by grace of the Lord.
Nanni....Namaskaaram...
I wrote this originally on April 4, 2015; but could not post it as a blog for some silly technical reason.
No comments:
Post a Comment