Day 43
After 43 days of game abstinence, I am still trying to find my place in the world.
I am on a
journey, traipsing through desolated deserts, seeking sources of
sustenance. I find the occasional morsel or a droplet of some sweet
and savory nectar. It is somewhat hard to reach out for any
meaningful, social or stimulating activities that could nourish my
soul – or the gaping wound that the world of gaming has held
together. When the superfluous exterior starts to shatter, it cannot
neither hide nor cover the scars and punctures of the past and
present. I am starting to see the fixture, the putty substance that
is smeared against cracks and crevices to re-enforce the failing
structure within.
I feel foreboding doom and dread.
Is it wise to try this approach of dismantle and repair? And there any real possibility for healing, mending and rejuvenation?
There is hope. I have glimpsed some venues of promise and encountered promising leads. Small level organizations dealing with community approach – they hold promise. Friends and relatives of various backgrounds – there are still some along my circle of reach and trust. Old constructive patterns of learning and university life show some promise – I have always found comfort that life is an eternal path of learning.
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