These days, I've been pretty out of it and my writer's block has really escalated lately. The only thing really keeping my sanity in check is music, it seems. I'm not smoking weed anymore due to personal reasons that I won't go into, but I think I'm beginning to feel the effects of not indulging. Not withdrawals or anything like that, but you notice a mind shift that happens after you stop and it becomes more and more gradual the more you discontinue use. I have so much stress and confusion swirling around in my head that I can barely see straight. In a nutshell, the future looks very uncertain for me right now and it terrifies me. Hey, most people don't have the courage to admit that.
Anyway, at a low point a few days ago, I was going through a few links in my favorites and came across one that contained a poem that I had read a few years ago in a textbook for a college class. It's by an English poet named Philip Larkin and it's called "Church Going." It's about what can only be described as the state of affairs regarding religious institutions, the types of expectations some people hold about them, the motions people go through in worshiping and what some individuals would do if these places were to suddenly become nothing more than forgotten ruins that history would preserve or forget as just a shell of the past. Pieces of literature like this are important to me because it gives me inspiration to stand firm in my overall mentality regarding civilization and to understand that everything in the end is fleeting and uncertain no matter how strong of a foothold it has; reality will always prevail.
Here's the link to the poem: http://www.artofeurope.com/larkin/lar5.htm
By the way, my introduction to this post wasn't to sound like a downer to anyone or to seek sympathy; just to be open with everyone. I hope you all enjoy the poem and be sure to let me know what you think.