People have asked what’s wrong with me. I can’t say. Sometimes the mood is a bit strange and there is nothing to attribute it to. It may be a combination of over work and the comprehension of my own mortality.
When I have difficulty writing (working on various literary projects), I know that the vessel is empty and needs to be recharged or it will wind down like an old clock that has nothing left to chime.
We humans possesses reflexive consciousness wherein we not only can perceive what we experince but we also have the ability to experience that we are experiencing something. It means that in a sense, we can sense ourselves from outside of ourselves. (to simplify it, we can take a “selfie”)
We are able to sense other people’s intentions or expectations and act accordingly. It makes the world go around, but I’m not sure that sort of reflexive consciousness is always a gift.