Headstall's Reflections - 41. Chapter 41 I Tire of Me

Well, we won't tire of you. Ever. Or your stories.

Well I like your use of words however ... As friend Timothy states we are not ever likely to tire of you. I think kind sir you are suffering from winter discontent. I would very gladly offer you a warm embrace should you wish it ...

'a sad and shadowed man'? I hope this is only January blues talking, Gary. Your continuing creativity is an inspiration to rookie writers like me.

You and your writing are much valued and loved here.

I know some of those feelings too well. One of life's biggest struggles, perhaps, is self-exhaustion of the psyche.

I know that feeling of traversing diminishing circles well. But the point is to continue the journey. You are FAR from tiring, in my opinion. Everything you share is valuable. Including this poem!

I think we all tire of ourselves sometimes. We get into a rut, but you'll get out of it never fear!

Know this circle well too, my friend. We just need to find that thing deep down and keep on moving. Onward.
:hugs:

Like tim said, I think we all tire of ourselves at one point or another. We are our own biggest critics, and our criticisms of ourselves are rarely constructive. That said, we also know ourselves best and remember what we used to me. I know there are times I miss the me of twenty years ago when I was more optimistic about everything.
I echo many, many others when I say: I will never tire of you, my friend

I can't think of a better definition of self-examination--at some point, we all come to that moment: Is that all there is? The world around us, the world inside us--not necessarily despair, or even boredom...just...blankness.
Life has stalled, emotions have stalled...it will take energy to move us on, but is the effort worth it? Anything will take up energy, which for the moment, we can't muster--our Youthful Dreams seem far away and lost, and new ones have yet to be born. A timeless instant of entropy--where is our personal Big Bang to start the cycle again?
For me, it's always an external source which spurs me onward; it doesn't matter what it is, a scent on the air, a glimpse of something in the corner of our vision, or a snatch of a sound...maybe just the lowly rumbling of a hungry stomach.
When things move again, it may be cliche--but there's always something new to experience, be it a new friend, a new place, or just a new scrap gleaned from some book--as long as that can still move us, then it's all worth it, and I, at least, find enthusiasm for myself again.

On 01/12/2017 08:31 AM, Timothy M. said:

Well, we won't tire of you. Ever. Or your stories.

Thanks, Tim

On 01/12/2017 08:37 AM, dughlas said:

Well I like your use of words however ... As friend Timothy states we are not ever likely to tire of you. I think kind sir you are suffering from winter discontent. I would very gladly offer you a warm embrace should you wish it ...

Thanks, dugh. I'll take the embrace

On 01/12/2017 08:56 AM, northie said:

'a sad and shadowed man'? I hope this is only January blues talking, Gary. Your continuing creativity is an inspiration to rookie writers like me.

 

You and your writing are much valued and loved here.

Thanks, northie. This was wonderful

On 01/12/2017 09:34 AM, Lux Apollo said:

I know some of those feelings too well. One of life's biggest struggles, perhaps, is self-exhaustion of the psyche.

Well put, buddy

On 01/12/2017 09:37 AM, MacGreg said:

I know that feeling of traversing diminishing circles well. But the point is to continue the journey. You are FAR from tiring, in my opinion. Everything you share is valuable. Including this poem!

Thanks, Mac.

On 01/12/2017 10:08 AM, Mikiesboy said:

I think we all tire of ourselves sometimes. We get into a rut, but you'll get out of it never fear!

Thanks, tim

On 01/12/2017 11:58 AM, Defiance19 said:

Know this circle well too, my friend. We just need to find that thing deep down and keep on moving. Onward.

:hugs:

Thanks, Def

On 01/12/2017 12:00 PM, LitLover said:

Like tim said, I think we all tire of ourselves at one point or another. We are our own biggest critics, and our criticisms of ourselves are rarely constructive. That said, we also know ourselves best and remember what we used to me. I know there are times I miss the me of twenty years ago when I was more optimistic about everything.

I echo many, many others when I say: I will never tire of you, my friend

Thanks, Lit

On 01/12/2017 03:58 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

I can't think of a better definition of self-examination--at some point, we all come to that moment: Is that all there is? The world around us, the world inside us--not necessarily despair, or even boredom...just...blankness.

Life has stalled, emotions have stalled...it will take energy to move us on, but is the effort worth it? Anything will take up energy, which for the moment, we can't muster--our Youthful Dreams seem far away and lost, and new ones have yet to be born. A timeless instant of entropy--where is our personal Big Bang to start the cycle again?

For me, it's always an external source which spurs me onward; it doesn't matter what it is, a scent on the air, a glimpse of something in the corner of our vision, or a snatch of a sound...maybe just the lowly rumbling of a hungry stomach.

When things move again, it may be cliche--but there's always something new to experience, be it a new friend, a new place, or just a new scrap gleaned from some book--as long as that can still move us, then it's all worth it, and I, at least, find enthusiasm for myself again.

Thanks for understanding, buddy... wonderful

I wonder sometimes which is the rut and which is the normal - the tiredness or the respite. I think life is good and life is hard. Life is easy and unbearable too. I tire of me too but I never tire of you!

On 01/13/2017 07:02 AM, pzetts3 said:

I wonder sometimes which is the rut and which is the normal - the tiredness or the respite. I think life is good and life is hard. Life is easy and unbearable too. I tire of me too but I never tire of you!

Thanks, pzetts. I never tire of you.

This poem doesn't merely speak to me, it haunts me. It's almost chantlike quality means the words and phrases float in and out of my consciousness, and will continue to do so. The title phrase, I tire of me, talks with my voice, calls up my own thoughts.

The image of circles; endless, encompassing, circles, delimiting the space for our souls and selves is indeed both despairing and frightening. Yet another mundane, yet powerful image reinforces this: old songs on repeat – like bad, pre-programmed radio, we are doomed to hear it all over again. I nearly wept with the next two stanzas, for the pit in the stomach and the yearning you speak of are mine, too.

The last stanza makes me feel as grey as I know I look in the mirror. You write a great heartache, my friend, and if it is any comfort to know at least one other person shares it, then you can do so.

Many thanks for sharing this with us.

On 01/13/2017 08:03 AM, Parker Owens said:

This poem doesn't merely speak to me, it haunts me. It's almost chantlike quality means the words and phrases float in and out of my consciousness, and will continue to do so. The title phrase, I tire of me, talks with my voice, calls up my own thoughts.

 

The image of circles; endless, encompassing, circles, delimiting the space for our souls and selves is indeed both despairing and frightening. Yet another mundane, yet powerful image reinforces this: old songs on repeat – like bad, pre-programmed radio, we are doomed to hear it all over again. I nearly wept with the next two stanzas, for the pit in the stomach and the yearning you speak of are mine, too.

 

The last stanza makes me feel as grey as I know I look in the mirror. You write a great heartache, my friend, and if it is any comfort to know at least one other person shares it, then you can do so.

 

Many thanks for sharing this with us.

This was a powerful review for me to read. Sorry for the delay in responding. As I age it feels the circles get smaller, and I anger at my inner complaining. Self pity is unproductive... even worse, it tempers any joy available to me... I really do tire of me... but I also am good at shedding my itchy skin... so I do eventually renew, or at least I have in the past... thanks, Parker for your empathy and your illuminating words...