"I wrote when I did not know life.  Now that
I know life, I have no more to say."
Oscar Wilde

Too much life can be bad for you.  It is important to take all things in moderation, except or perhaps including moderation itself.  But what do you do when you get the Oscar Wilde Blues, and realize too much life is in fact the same thing as death?  Because,

You can't moderate life.  Like it or not, we're stuck here.  Stranded and abandoned in full-on death is what happens when you overdose on life overload.  It's hopeless, which is to say, it's overflowing with hope.  An excess of hope leads to the palace of despair, as William Blake would have said, if he'd thought of it.  Or maybe it's the other way around.  Too much despair drives you into the arms of hope, because without despair, who needs it?  Is too much hope sufficient, or shall we smother ourselves in the arms of a comfortable, familiar sorrow?  How do we know when we've had enough?

"Enough! or Too much!"
William Blake

Who cares.  But when you get the Oscar Wilde Blues, look around for inspiration.  Find something that makes you want to write.  It isn't necessary to follow through and actually write (I'm writing now, and so will you), but having the desire to write is enough.

Or, perhaps, too much.

Same difference.

These 2 songs and videos shook me out of the Oscar Wilde Blues tonight.  Whether it was despair or hope that led me to find them, makes no difference.  They make me want to write.  Which is enough.

Or, perhaps, too much.

Same difference.