“We as a nation have the freedom to pray, the right to vote, the power to love, the strength to forgive, and the choice to make a positive difference in the lives of our children, loved ones, friends, and mere strangers!” ♥
“Maybe you feel like you may still be living last night’s dream, so you take the same premeditated path to see if now, this lucid experience, finally takes you where you really wanted to go in your sleep.”
I loved your masterpieces and this is one of my favorites. ♥ I would also like you to know that I adore your profound wordings and your thoughts coming from within your senses. I hope I’ll be able to do that as well. 🙂 I’ll connect more to your posts. Thanks!
-Kristine, Philippines. ♥
Habits consume us just like those wild spreading vines steal the light from a north facing wall. They drain the short remains of life we still present, a worn out life of failed tries and faulty expectations. Our obsessive patterns, they always lead to the same old places where we will, hopefully, vislumbre the same old scenarios, so we can cause ourselves the same old feeling, once again, until our tired body collapses from all the pain we repetitively inflict on ourselves, naïvely.
But that opportunity is long gone by now, there’s no returning to what once was nothing and now, less than nothing is; it’s only you and your nothingness, but still you force yourself a little more into those woods. Justifying it as an inner need to relax and feel at home in the wild, you go there to breath, every morning, before the day wakes up. Maybe you feel…
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” I don’t need to be perfect. I just want to practice — and progress.”
I always believe that I was born to write that’s why I’ve come up to the idea of making my own blogspot. (This’s actually the third one. Hoping this’ll be the permanent place wherein I can share my thoughts and true feelings). I started to write short stories, poems at young age, 13. And even though I’ve been writing since then, there are still times that I find myself lacking of words. Regardless, I am still practicing to express through words the juices I have in mind.
Thanks for this post! I loved it trully. ♥
I’m dusty. After my #aprildaily burst, when I posted a ten-minute write every day during the month of April, I fell off the writing wagon. I’ve been lying on the side of the road ever since.
This week, I creaked and groaned to a standing position. I brushed the dirt off my composition book and started scratching words on the crusty pages. Since I started writing again, I’ve been fascinated by how noticeable my lack of practice is. My word choices are vague, I don’t pull thoughts together coherently, I read what I’ve written and think, “Wow, that’s pretty bad.”
But where I previously strived for perfection — I wouldn’t post anything to my blog unless I had proofed and polished and gotten every last word, every last punctuation mark, as close to perfect as my skills would allow — perfection is not my goal anymore. Progress is.
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