After a while, you're afraid a lot less.
Enjoy this Friday everyone. Going back to home after being away for 3 months.
I think I've kinda lost the mood to write short thoughts here at the moment. The daily chores have dulled my mind.
Time to challenge myself and do something new. AND BE AWESOME.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Honestly
Why the fuck am I still writing here and there?
When I started, it was to be something for me to practice my skill for what I perceive as academic skill. But then I decided to cast that aside and write on the things that excites me, things that I am deeply interested. And somewhere in the middle, the multitude of rants and rambles.
So what of it now?
I don't think any of my writing strikes as those which are deeply thought. Or maybe the opposite is actually true. I mean, why else would I read articles that starts with 'this is wordy', and I find it to be rather a moderate reading?
Readers are mysterious. Who the fuck knows what they're thinking? Or if they even bother to read whatever you write in the first place?
The thing is. I know a lot of people. A lot of people who are more eloquent at expressing their thoughts, and those who have a much more interesting perspective of the world. And thus, it's a great shame that they abandon their writing halfway, or even worse, they never actually go on to write properly (besides the small musing here and there on social websites)
So why am I still writing? I have no idea. It has become somewhat like a second nature to me, after reading. Because reading makes me think. And when I think, I want to write them down so that I could reflect on my thoughts.
One day, when I die and all, these thoughts of mine will be there to see (assuming the site make it that long). And to those who are reading it at that time:
Fuck you.
When I started, it was to be something for me to practice my skill for what I perceive as academic skill. But then I decided to cast that aside and write on the things that excites me, things that I am deeply interested. And somewhere in the middle, the multitude of rants and rambles.
So what of it now?
I don't think any of my writing strikes as those which are deeply thought. Or maybe the opposite is actually true. I mean, why else would I read articles that starts with 'this is wordy', and I find it to be rather a moderate reading?
Readers are mysterious. Who the fuck knows what they're thinking? Or if they even bother to read whatever you write in the first place?
The thing is. I know a lot of people. A lot of people who are more eloquent at expressing their thoughts, and those who have a much more interesting perspective of the world. And thus, it's a great shame that they abandon their writing halfway, or even worse, they never actually go on to write properly (besides the small musing here and there on social websites)
So why am I still writing? I have no idea. It has become somewhat like a second nature to me, after reading. Because reading makes me think. And when I think, I want to write them down so that I could reflect on my thoughts.
One day, when I die and all, these thoughts of mine will be there to see (assuming the site make it that long). And to those who are reading it at that time:
Fuck you.
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