Mind traffic, that is. Creative flow.
While my last couple of entries reflect my focus on reality and what’s outside my own little world, it has put a definite crimp in my creative writing. I had to get some of these thoughts out though, because they were bogging me down with depressing helplessness and guilt over what began to feel like a selfish waste of time and effort on more personal pursuits.
Maybe though, there is a need for getting away from it a bit, especially when personal opinions aren’t worth diddly-squat in aiding the world situation. And then too, maybe some of us aren’t effective in the frontlines. Maybe, our place is in the weblogging virtual world of Bob Hope’s USO during war time.
We all serve some purpose in life, and all the different parts make up the whole.
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