I have been quite remiss with posting this past week or so owing to both expected and unexpected flurry of activity which have come my way. Being busy has its perks because the active moving forward and social interaction with people hold their own rewards, however, it can wear thin when we crave the sensation of feeling centered within our own solitude and reverie and in not being able to examine my thoughts and digest my experiences through blogging, I have felt some unease.
It is important to be able to process our experiences as we go through them–it can be said that it is essential to our sanity to be able to do so. I admire people who go through life engaging in action after action without much introspection because it feels that they don’t have the limitations which I seem to have–which is, feeling affected and unhappy when I am not able to regularly write and share my thoughts and be able to organize them more or less coherently than they appear in my head.
A flurry of activity can be tolerable when they appear in short bursts, but I do value my routine and I generally prefer that my routine is not disturbed as much as possible. Having alone time is important and no matter how busy we are, we would feel unsettled when we do not have certain down times where we get to rest, be quiet, and enjoy our own company and indulge in our flights of fancy.
Having space and solitude is essential for natural introverts to be able to cope with the extroverted world. Being able to write daily is invaluable to a writer–most especially, an aspiring one such as myself. To be able to escape into the comfort of my reverie in a starburst of words and sentences is bliss. I will endeavour to make up my lacking posts somehow.
(c) Niconica 2013