Yes, yes, YES! ❤
‘The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.’
– Hugh Macleod
If you were forced to make a choice between living a life of boredom, or one of loneliness, what would your decision be? Would you choose a stifled existence of mundanity in which you are forced to conform to the whims and needs of the masses? Or would you be comfortable in a life of isolation? Could you find comfort in the knowledge that you will forever be without inspiration, surrounded only by the mediocre and the monotonous? Or would prefer a life of seclusion and segregation?
The truth is that you wouldn’t wish to be afflicted by either. If I pushed you into a corner and forced you to make a choice, you would probably shove me back and call me insane…
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Thank you for sharing Nathalie. Great read 🙏❤️
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I went over for a read, too, and I loved it. Rarely do I read authors writing about being enraptured by their craft that the world gets shut out. I read the prose poem version just this morning on a separate blog and I thought that version did not present the melancholy. I feel that in spirit, a writer will be too preoccupied to notice the absence of (negative) external influences, or be too determined to pursue his/her art to invite it in.
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I really, really identified with it…
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