Footprints In The Sand

I blog to leave footprints in the sand. It’s rather ironic considering how quickly they disappear in the ebb and flow of the sea. Still, a fool’s errand as it may be, I do it with pride.

My reason for blogging lies in part on a love of the sea. The smell and look of it is glorious. Although I’ve never been much for swimming in it. Too much dirt and perpetuated fear of giant octopuses.

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Writing Exists Because It Should

There are a lot of things I enjoy about writing.

Foremost is perhaps the freedom that words accord me. I am finite and limited as a physical being. However, my words aren’t. Though they occupy physical property, they transcend space and time.

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I Enjoy The Silence

It just hit me that I spend more time agonizing about the things I hate about home. So it’s refreshing to turn the table and consider the opposite. Or is it the indifference?

I enjoy the silence I’ve come to know as normal. When you grow up in the city, peace and quiet are illusions. There is some semblance of tranquility that’s gained when there’s a blackout or people travel upcountry for the holidays. However, these moments are rare and far between.

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Tools of the Muse

As far as positive emotions go, inspiration hits me the most. Granted, it doesn’t bite as often as I’d like, neither does it last long enough to count. Nevertheless, inspiration feels quite good when it lands.

I used to depend on it a lot as a young writer. As a storyteller, I’ve had to learn to forge it in the land of procrastination and responsibilities. It’s very easy to be inspired when things are going well. It’s a lot harder when shit hits the fan.

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