I’m writing because my mind tells me to do such. I’m no writer and doesn’t know to be one and to be a good one. My writings were just merely an expression of the things on my mind. My mind is then the source of my writings and contains more thoughts and ideas which are always gone when I grab a pen and face a piece of paper. There are ideas on my mind that keeps on coming but ain’t that easy to express.
Before I write, my mind plays some scenes of what is to put into the paper, what will it contain, how will the idea flow, how will it be presented and how will it came-out. But putting them into words, for me, is ain’t an easy thing to do. I admit that my knowledge in this field is limited and I can’t address that dilemma easily for I’m committed to a field who demands great time on focus.
I love to write. I love to express what’s on my mind. I love to share writings to people and hear their sides. Aside from this blog, I used to maintain some other blog sites, broken handle which speaks my emotions and har! har! which contains my commentaries and rants to different personalities and issues, but I decided to have them deleted from the web. Now, I only have girva!. I miss writing, I miss myself in the crowd of people who talks, read and expresses their stand through writing.
However, writing is now a small part of me. I must live on the field that I have chosen. Though I only insist my self in that field, I know that that field will bring something good to me.
and oh boy! i so missed your writing. As we submit that we are not the best writers, neither do we submit that our writings are superb, we still write for the heck of it, and for the filling up of an otherwise empty space.
It always amazes me to re-read the compositions I have had as far back as my elementary years (formal theme writing), you were not probably born yet at that time. Excitement and satisfaction fills me up in the thought that i have improved on my skills somehow.
As we plan to write and map out the train of thoughts that we would eventually taint the sheets with, let us not be restricted by standards, or rules, or forms. History tells us, that while perfection is an art, abstraction is also an art in itself. In other words, no matter how we do things (no matter how we write, no matter how we express things, perception varies.
Writing has always been a freeing experience for me, and if there is one thing that i have been wanting for you b—, it is the freedom of expression. I know you express yourself through your writing. It is this freedom that had made me who i am and who i wanted myself to be. It is just ironic, though, that it is also the concept of freedom that had taken quite much from me, of freeing peoples and things that matter because they simply have to be free.
Stay free to express your thoughts and yourself. Should you choose another “field”, never fail to express yourself, it is the way that you will be understood. TC
P.S. Speaking my mind out may do me no good at times, but i would still be doing it.CHill!