Write what you know 101

People keep telling me to write what I know. They also keep telling me to write a novel, like its an afternoon stroll. Not some seemingly impossible feat.

This leads me to have little faith in their understanding or advice on the topic at hand. But maybe I’ll give it a shot anyway;

What do I know?

I know I miss my friend. I don’t really know how to fix that, I think I subconsciously decided that time would heal it. Is that a cop out? Because it seems quite logical in my head but maybe right now it’s easier not to try then to.

Of course watching cheesy movies about life long besties is suddenly going to be a tear jerker. Should I give up doing that too? Simply sweep it under the rug, avoid, ignore.

I’ve had a shit week. It happens of course. I know for others it’s much worse. I know things can always be worse. But still it hasn’t been great. The restaurant/cafe that I have worked at for the last seven years burnt down in a rather massive dramatic and quite honestly traumatic way. It sounds mental but now that it is gone we are finding our extreme attachment to the place, its not just the fact we were all out of work but we were a family there. It meant a lot to all of us, a lot to the entire village. It sits there now, rubble and ashes like a monument reminding us of the surreal situation and devastation. 

And then when it was all too much and I decided to get away I was the first one at an accident on my way to Auckland. A cattle truck had rolled and lets just say it was rough for your average person but for a vegan, well I was pretty mad/ upset.

Some beautiful things have come from the ashes and ruins though, so to speak.

Today I felt lucky to have so many genuinely good people in my life. Personally I don’t really rate humans. I’m definitely not going there right now, but its along the lines of thinking we are the biggest most horrible pest in the entire universe. This doesn’t make me pessimistic or hateful to my own race on a day to day basis but there is an underlying quirk there. And then when nice things happen and are truly felt I get to thinking “oh wow some people are good. I like that.”

The very fact that this thought occurs reminds me that I don’t believe it automatically.

Optimism is another thing. I’m embracing it at least half of the day. My horoscope this week tells me I shouldn’t. But I’m undecided if I’ve ever believed in those so I’m rolling with it; believing in, or hell even listing the silver linings popping up from the weeks short comings. Not just for my own little existence either, for everyone effected.

So theres a few of the beautiful. And yet I find myself so surprised that with these beautiful things a feeling of sentiment about the suddenness and dramatic change of these events hasn’t manifested. Shouldn’t this be one of those “wow” moments where you go, life is crazy, it can mix it up so quick, hold onto those you love and what you have got. Relish them every single day cause it can all change in an instant. We know this of course. And yet none of us are prepared for it. Well maybe in ways, insurance and what not, but not emotionally.

I have no clue if you’re following me here. I guess I’m trying to dance about something pretty simple. I love my friend. I miss my friend. I have had a week where I have been brutally reminded of fates harsh power over us and yet my conclusion in how to deal with this little issue is to ignore it?  Avoid? Sweep it under the rug?

Weird.