A long time ago, my therapist told me:The goal is actually not to be happy, it is to be contenthappiness dwells on the opposite end of the feelings spectrumLike sadness and anger, it is intenseyet fleetingContentment however, lies more in the middle more achievable for long periodsI thought about this for awhileit baffled meAll of... Continue Reading →
that takes over me sometimesnot just an "I'm tired" kind of tired. No, this feeling burrows its way down into my bonesit incapacitates meleaving my brain a steaming pile ofmushleaving my body feeling as thoughit's run a marathonlike I haven't slept in weeksIt creates an ache in my jointsholes in my psycheAnd the only way... Continue Reading →
When my pen hits the pageits as if I’m carried awaylike a fallen leaf in a streamfloating along the soft currentwater pushing forwardaround bends and turnsover fleeting rapidsManuscript morphing, creatingcasting out my WorriesSadnessAngerlike a violent mudslideground concavingrocks cascadingwarping the mountain sideEach page a new worldallowing me the freedomto teleport between realitiesto wear the shoes of... Continue Reading →
Some days keeping yourself together is hard. There are days when getting out of bed in itselfis a choreBut, somehow you doBoth feet on the floor,dragging but movingdoing the thingseven as your brain fights youbegging you to stop, to lay back downevery step of the wayIt is these days when giving yourself graceis an absolute... Continue Reading →
I wish more people would live life. There’s that quote by Oscar Wilde: “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”Those are some of the truest words I’ve ever heardWe often lose sight of ourselvesin this life We neglect the things that bring happinessDays filled with performing the... Continue Reading →
Some days I wake up and feel like I’m doing it all wrong. My brain spirals, a journeydown a drain of negative thoughts I beat myself up from the inside outblows flying thoughts clutteredThe life I was content with yesterdaysuddenly no longer good enough todayBurrowing into every minuscule detailpicking apart every aspect Negative thoughts like... Continue Reading →
There are days that I stare out my windowinto the pale blue of the skytrees dancing on the skylinewondering what the hell I'm doing...My mind digging up decisionsplaying on the screen of my mind like a slideshowquestioning my actions, drawing up different scenariosallowing myself to contemplate if these different endingswould change my pathPerhaps leading me... Continue Reading →
I get ahead of myself sometimes. Combing through my to do listrunning like credits on repeatthrough my brainPlanning for this, planning for thatalways moments aheadIn return, leavingthe Now a few momentsbehind...Before its timeLosing the opportunity to experience itKeeping it unfulfilledThe Now is probably angry at me sometimesfor failing to see its stunning existenceignoring its allureThe... Continue Reading →
K.J Stafford 