Hello all.
Has anyone else stopped counting the days now? I feel as though there are two stages of lock down; stage one- crying endlessly for days and stage two- accepting lock down as your new life and finding peace with it…until falling back into stage one again and the cycle continues.
I have cried a lot this week- some happy tears admittedly, but there have been days where I have woken up crying and gone to sleep crying, wondering when this is going to end. The hours of the day can go either way- some days are somewhat productive, better days of yoga and sunshine, other days are dark, feeling like I’m dead to the world. I don’t move- what’s the point? I’ve spent so many days searching for a point, because everything feels so pointless. It’s hard to get motivated with a sense of impending doom peering over your shoulder, watching your every move.
There are days where I feel like I’m going insane and I beat myself up and question why inspiration hasn’t struck me yet. You hear so often of those geniuses who fall into some form of madness and create these amazing things. I feel like I’m going insane, so why am I still just a dumb sh#t?
From this I’ve come to accept that not all of us are destined for great things. We are simply fillers, like extras on a soap.
One of the versions of me I hold in my mind, your protagonist perhaps, would climb up onto the roof and sit and ponder life, maybe smoke to make me look pensive and not just some twat sat on the roof. I would scream at the sky. I would run and keep running until my legs give way or I throw up or something.
Instead there are days where I simply exist.
And that’s ok.
Because inner peace is hard to find.
Sometimes it’s hard to breath, but on the days where the air tastes sweet you gotta breath that sh#t in, let it fill every fibre in your body. Remind yourself you’re still alive…because really that’s all we want, something to make us feel alive.
We practice mindfulness and meditate amongst other things to help us live in the moment in a calm and non spiralling out of control manner. True enough, from practising yoga every day and focusing on that time to myself to just breathe and chill with myself I am beginning to accept myself more. I enjoy noticing the changes in my body and realising that I am capable. All of this does work (admittedly maybe not for everybody).
However, what is it that makes us show up to the mat to practice or mediate or whatever it is we choose to do? Happiness? A calm mind? To feel alive? Really, it’s to avoid, suppress or overcome what is denying us of these things. Anxiety, depression, needs, worries, pain…
Ultimately, what we fear most and especially in our current climate is death. It feels like the world is ending and everything is uncertain. We find ways to distract ourselves and keep spirits high, but it’s hard when that freedom of life is taken away, those things we take for granted that would normally help us to live. It’s easy enough to feel like you’re going insane when really it’s the world that’s off it’s t#ts right now.
From birth the natural order of life and death is instilled in us. We are born and one day we die. I remember one night as a kid I sat sobbing, my mum trying to comfort me, kid me telling her I didn’t want her to die, even though there was nothing in that moment threatening to kill my mother other than the knowledge that no one is immortal.
It’s terrifying seeing the rising figures every day in the news and on social media and not being able to comfort loved ones during this time. But, taking this time to actually search within ourselves for that acceptance and peace amongst this madness can provide us with some comfort. Living amongst this chaos is an achievement in itself, so don’t allow yourself or anyone else to pressure you to feel like you need to achieve some great thing because you’ve got a lot more free time on your hands. Don’t feel like you need to pump out a full length novel, or gain a masters in some obscure subject or paint the next Mona Lisa. I mean, hey, if you can do those things then great, but that background noise of the world going to sh#t can be pretty distracting.
Unless you have soul searched enough and mastered that fear over death then simply existing and being right now is productive. You got out of bed?- whoo gold star. You had a shower?- big thumbs up. You ate something substantial? – yeah boi you eat that cereal.
Some of us aren’t meant for great things in the sense that so many associate with it. Yet, existing in itself is a pretty great thing. Especially right now. So, go you!
Honestly, I feel like none of this makes sense, so well done if you made it this far! I guess, what I’m trying to say is don’t put pressure on yourself to achieve something amazing during this lock down. Take each day as it comes. Sometimes fear can be motivating, yeah, but it can also be hella distracting. Instead of focusing so much on trying to achieve something take the time to work on yourself and keeping in touch with family and friends. Even writing this now I’m beating myself up, because trying to say what I want to say isn’t working out because I’m constantly being distracted.
I tried, guys.
Peace and love xo
Here’s something I wrote the other day that may sum things up a bit better:
Today I feel dead
Sorry, that was a lie
Although somewhat true
It’s hard to tell anymore
I don’t know what to do
I’m alive
Because I am
I’m still breathing, just not living
Today I am a ghost
Haunting a house in which I am not alone
I stretch
For a calm mind
To strengthen my body
But what’s the point?
For death will arrive soon
I write
Because I feel like it’s the thing to do
Not right or wrong
Just the thing
A thing
Not helpful or productive
No substance or grit
For the grit I cannot find words for and
Substance is fleeting and
Only exists in my nightmares
I want to gauge my eyes out
Then maybe I will see more clearly
Because right now these blank walls are all I see
And they are f#cking distracting me
But this is my view of the world now
The rest is but a memory
Air and greenery
Friends and family
Because what I see on a screen isn’t real