Things Fall Apart

Why am I doing this?

I have always wanted to write. I had hoped that I was good at it but in my years I have figured out it's harder than it looks. So I gave up. So this year, 2013, I decided that I didn't have to be published. No one had to read this. I could just do it because I wanted to do it. It is yet to be seen if I will keep up with it.

This is the true story of a woman whose life completely fell apart. I want to put it all down because every year past means the details have faded. I want to put it down to show you can make it through devastation and come out on the other side better than before. People can change if they want to badly enough.

When my life started falling apart I felt like I was in the middle of a cyclone spinning and spinning. I remembered this poem (thank you, English major!): 

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? 

Literature Network » William Butler Yeats » The Second Coming

It's called The Second Coming by Yeats. It was written after WWI, when the world did seem to be ending. I, too, felt "far from center", hence the name of my blog.