so i've been reading a lot at night lately, and unfortunately, not the kind of reading that i should be doing at the moment - but enlightening reading nonetheless. i suppose along with the other fortuitous things that's been happening to me (surplus writing jobs, random invitations to write for major papers etc etc etc) the universe had to step in to save me from myself (or rather my self-destructive cycle of no sleep and too much internet). and so my laptop gave out right in the middle of ending my transportation law review.
but i treasure the new time ive been given to read things...and in bed i find myself with new ideas for plowing forward. today i came across several that enlightened me.
when you're stuck in a rut trying to answer your life's questions, maybe you should consider if you are asking the right question. maybe your life is the answer to something else. in the article, the author's question to herself was beautiful: Is there someone you forgot you wanted to be?
Maybe I have been so consumed with answering my own questions that I just forgot to be somebody altogether. In the time it takes me to question why I do what I do with my day, I find the day just passes me by.
And then yet another lovely thought presented itself to me in a different article. There it said that the author's answer to the question 'How can God exist if bad things happen?' is the grace with which people who experience tragedies try to get past them. I can't even add to that answer, it's so beautiful already. When I spend my time questioning everything that occurs, other people gracefully just move past them.
I wonder what things I do with grace, if any?
Well, perhaps I can attempt to at least let go with grace and move on with grace. Maybe there can even be grace in the attempt.
p.s. thank you universe for finding some way to let an old dream live. i wrote in a planner somewhere that i wanted to write an article for a broadsheet somewhere and here you are just putting it in my lap. i feel the sky smiling upon me tonight.
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