On Writing…Again

A friend of mine tagged me in a note in Facebook. It was a poem. As usual  for all poems she made, it was poised, proper and I don’t know, a bit organized for me.

I never got to understand how they could possible do it. Admittedly, I tried – struggled – to make a decent one, but it seems all I was capable of doing were acceptable pieces of haiku and “scholarly” essays.

However, I never got the hang of it. Merely because I think, I just stopped; stopped trying to write, and became a spectator of all there is and was to that once-a-passion of mine.

So here I am, pouring out thoughts on the subject.

Actually making this blog is a lifeline. Pouring out thoughts without any helluva care to who might read this is so therapeutic. I know a lot of my works need polishing, and I could do more and put more dedication in writing, but then again… Here I am again.

I know all of what I wrote is personal, and I got lots of advice that you don’t write personal things on blogs, but whatever,

I don’t write to impress, but to express, as the saying goes.

 

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About The Scribbler

I have this thirst for learning. I am forever curious. I love to delve into stories by reading, watching or even listening. I believe I am unique. God is with Me all the time. I make mistakes but I learn from them. I love building lasting relationships. I am afraid of the unknown, so it's either I stay away or find out. I believe I am more matured that I was before.
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