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“I can hear my muse whispering tenderly in my ear. There is a story that wants to be told, and I'm merely its chosen vessel.” ― Dipa Sanatani, The Merchant
3 years ago. September 28, 2021 at 12:19 AM

As I sit outside, enjoying the beautiful evening and watching the sunset, I wonder. I wonder about my life, about how I wouldn't change it. I wonder about what my purpose is anymore. Is there really even a purpose? 

I live day by day, happy most days, sad others. I wonder what life has in store for me anymore. It's like a never ending cycle of loneliness. I went from my kids being little to now grown. Yes they still need me, but it's so different. One flies away, the other two saying they will be soon. And I wonder again, does life really have a purpose? Is living day after day in the same monotone routine all that's left? 

I ponder on these thoughts most days. Yes, most days I'm very happy. But today, as I sit here with the slight cool breeze blowing through my hair, my thoughts ramping through my mind, I'm sad. But tomorrow I will wake up with a smile on my face and get back to it. 


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