A Jumbled Mess

   So many thoughts running through my head and most of them are fatal. Feelings of failure, inadequacy, loneliness, rage, frustration, depression, and stress beyond what I can bear are flooding my soul, slowly drowning the life from it. As I look around me, all I see is goodness. However, my world has been tainted by my jumbled emotions that erupt without warning. I have destroyed my Picasso. What a beautiful and priceless portrait of family I have been given that I have spilt my guts on. Such beauty deserves to be appreciated and respected, not used as a palate to test my colors upon. I feel the best I can do is walk away and leave the true artist to bring this work of art by to its original beauty. The damage is done. Years of slowly chipping away, till finally there is nothing left but rubble: That is where I am. Although I feel so alone, I am not alone here in this mess. I have brought others to the scene, and they are standing around starring at me, confused, and wondering how this could have happened. No one saw it coming. Why didn't they notice? Perhaps because, although they we're there, they forgot to look around and notice anything but themselves. Perhaps every little chip that broke off was thrown at them, but they were too wrapped up in their own lives that they didn't feel it until the whole building came down. Perhaps this is what needed to happen. The building was crumbling beneath them, but until it did, they didn't take the time to notice. The cracks were there. the roof was leaking. The floors were squeaking. Yet, no one noticed. Now, it's too late. you can't fix rumble. You have to start from scratch. The question now is, do you want to rebuild what you had, or take this opportunity to create something brand new?







* As a side note, remember, don't assume this is about me. I simply just want your thoughts on the subject! Thanks!*