Day 61 Ruminating And Writing

Ego

Oh, what a torment I am to myself. This sense of me and my needs and wants with a fragmented ego that screams and snarls. What a hurt it has to endure. How silly it can be. Yet, I have to carry it around, soothe its ailments, and whisper that all will be well—silly little ego.

WW2

We can rationalize, argue, and state numerous reasons why wars continue to happen. We humans are flawed, and our societies reflect this. Yet, I have never understood the statement that wars, violence, and greed are part of human nature, and they are inevitable and always present. Doesn’t that give too little credit to our other capabilities? Do we expect too little from ourselves?

A Boy

She kept dreaming about him—the boy with the bright smile. Every night, he was there waiting for her, his hand stretched to touch hers, and together, they flew across the skies, hunted in the forests, and swam the deep seas. And there he was, smiling that smile as an adult in the grocery store, and her heart skipped a beat.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

None of the prompts spoke to me today. I couldn’t get the words flowing, struggling with every sentence. I think they are concepts that I haven’t played before, and I needed more time than the little space I have between getting up and going to work.

I’m looking forward to my summer holidays—still almost two months to go.

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