Be strong, writer.

It’s been satisfying to stare into space.

The slow tree leaves swaying with the slow wind outside my window tell me I’ve burned myself out this year again. I have become more efficient this year, though, and my ‘work threshold’ has increased ridiculously, but apparently, I haven’t improved in the aspect of ‘rest’ yet. I doubt I’ll do better next year. I have to adjust to the country’s receding economy (not my hairline, thank God) and work harder to secure the lives of people under my care.

Amid this, I noticed I had been unmindfully scouring the internet for wise words, consoling words, words of enlightenment—however you want to call it. I could only read a little outside the stories I edit and the write-ups I comment on. But I badly need words that, perhaps, can help me.

You see, no matter how hard life gets, we live on because there’s no other choice. And when we decide to continue living, we use a lot of energy to fight and make things better. But we drain that energy when life doesn’t cooperate with us. (If you think I’m ranting, I tell you, I had considered posting this using a nom de plume.)

My point is, I feel like I am now on the other side of the coin. I used to write to help people feel okay. Now, I want to read something that can make me feel okay. I realized that when exhausted, we become moths hunting for light in the dark. That light, we believe, will keep us sane. There’s the Bible, of course. There’re also tons of good books on my shelf. But what about those people (like me, sometimes) who sprawl their worn-out bodies out on bed at night, turn off the light, and flick through the shallow, senseless posts on their feed until they fall asleep? Don’t you think it’ll help to add more good stuff in whatever literature is extant on social media?

I realized writers need writers.

And this world needs more ‘caring’ writers than we know.

Be strong, writer.