When There is Nothing to Write About

There are events after which you find yourself stagnant. It might be a rethinking or disappointment. There is no fire in the eyes, no vitality in the voice, only a wandering gaze and incomprehensible muttering. But this is also a day, and its value is no less than all other days. Our desire for resourceful states, where we can act effectively, may indicate our lack of authentic value. And value is related to effectiveness - success. Who imposed this on us? Why has it so squarely stuck and is not letting millions of people live (I am obviously inventing here, I do not have exact numbers).

So, what is the value for you in the days when you can’t (or don’t want to) do anything?