Taking Chances

This drained feeling is taking over me today, and I'm worried this will end up a page of half-nonsense. What will the other half be? Do crazy and brilliant truly go together like they say? I think somewhere in the ramblings of the absurd, some unmined geodes of truth can be found. Journaling is heralded as this big, must-do for people eager to improve their mental state, after all; maybe it's not something I need to overthink. Maybe, only once all the clutter is cleared out of my mind (like the donation box remnants of a spring cleaning purge) can I have clarity and utter peace with myself.

It's been a long time since I wrote just for the sake of writing, not to accomplish a particular thing or to finish a project that's ongoing. Whatever comes into my head that's been secretly lurking in my depths is sure to burst out. This release makes me a bit excited, but how can it also make me afraid? I guess it's easy to sometimes feel that we don't truly know ourselves. That there are dangers in opening the floodgates to the soul. But, it's a beautiful thing, too. It's like skydiving, now that I think of it. The very thought terrifies me, but it's gotta be a sight worth seeing, or a feeling worth feeling, or else there wouldn't be so many people who dream of doing it. Maybe taking chances is the only way to know where all of our edges can be found.