jacqueline | Nov. 18, 2021, 6:18 a.m. Might be a poem
Life is a fickle bitch. I'm sure you've heard that before. If you don't know the definition of fickle then let me explain it in a short story.
Once upon a time, the weather channel said it would be blue skies and sunny. On that morning, I awoke with excitement, shorts and a tank top to pair with my day. As I left the house, it began to rain, a rain so heavy and so cold, my plans were dampened. One would have turned around to grab their raincoat, but I instead stood there. I let the rain fall through my hair reaching the inside of my shoes. I stood there, not in shock, but amazement at how quickly a moment could turn on me. If there would have been someone to blame, it would change the outcome little to none.
The weather, can be a fickle bitch.
The end.
Unpredictability is a real magic.
You never know when inspiration will hit, you never know when something can spark a flame, but you do feel it when it happens. Its so intense that it takes over. Writing for me feels like a well. Some days it is full of water and plenty to go around, then other's it is so dry that even digging gets you nowhere.
I guess they call it writers block. It's a place in your brain where you stand there, in the rain, watching your socks swell up on a supposedly sunny day.
Today, I thought would be the day, that the sun shined. I looked up and out. I promised this to myself. But promises are fickle too.
But this isn't a sad story, or post, this is one of those day's where the weather turned on me, but for some reason, and somehow, the sun decided to peak through, just when I was about to give up. I looked up, at the looming cloud above me, and watched a tiny ray of light, so warm, that closed wet flowers bloomed.
I call that light, friendship. People who cared, and were interested enough to ask, "So how's it going?" and turns out...not so bad. Suddenly that flame bursts its a fire, and I can feel it. Thank you friendly hero. When inspiration hits...it can hit on the cloudiest of days. I am so grateful for that. Life is hard, and fickle...but I guess its not that big of a bitch.
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