One foot in front of the other

It's difficult to express oneself while in an off-mood without coming across as self-loathing, insecure, and pathetic. I have yet to find out a way to do so and this has become apparent when I revisit my old blog, which I've left for dead in an attempt to move in the opposite direction. I have found myself trying to find different ways to purge these nasty sentiments out of my system. I need a win, desperately. There's definitely a personal correlation between feeling a sense of helplessness and futility when I'm physically inactive. I've always stated that I'm the most at ease in transit. Forward motion gives me a sense of some purpose, even if its temporary, and in this perpetual moment of nothingness that I seem to find myself in, perhaps I should find something that keeps me in some sort of direction, even if I have to crawl to wherever it is that I'm going. Solitude is a tricky thing. It can encourage the muse of creativity to breed something worthwhile. On the other side of the coin, however, it can rear its ugly face and just destroy you. It's such a fine thin line. I can only hope that I find myself able to learn how to keep my head above the water and get home safely. One last thing, whoever said that not even home can be with you forever is full of shit.