starting from scratch is not an easy task. but in my
perspective, it is something fresh and new. it gives the excitement as if a
child being handed with new toys. out of nothingness is the creation of things
unknown to others or maybe to me. for when you begin something, whether it
would be a collaboration of ideas of some sort or simply new words, the outcome
is still a first.
staring at my monitor once more, waiting for something new
to arrive to start a day. it is not boredom that lead me to this, one thing i
am sure of. this is something i am truly aware that even if i am not
doing any work as of the moment because there's no file in line, there is still
this fire inside, the energy to get me through the day.
just last night i was disheartened by so many things that
happened. one reason why i shove the idea of watching or listening to news.
though that kept me updated, to realise i'm still part of the society i'm
into, horrible news just put down the jolly state in me -- but just for a while.
i don't want to feel miserable from listening or watching late night
news, maybe just a bit of sympathy for some.
when was the last time i ever wrote anything? can't even
remember. i just have all these drafts and all, things i do when i want to keep
busy. i miss the joy of writing (of sensible things). i miss walking in
the street, taking pictures of people (thematic), writing about them. i miss
doing interviews of higher officials (for project compliance). i miss doing the
things i used to do, the things that define the youtfulness in me. i am
thankful where i am right now. i have a stable job (again), i am earning (a
good amount, I may say), i left the former that just brought tears and pain
after years of service (i'm in good hands now). i leveled up, more
mature, stronger, aged. but i am looking forward to doing things i love the
most...
writing anything under the sun that comes to mind
reading till i drop, being updated to the books that comes
up
photowalk, the opportunity and freedom to take them all, the
wonders of human expression, of the natural beauty of life and places captured
and then kept or shared to some enthusiasts
to go hiking or mountain climbing like it seems forever
before we reach the top
be mesmerised as i watch the rising and the setting of the
sun, whether i'm at the beach or just standing where i could largely see it.
and talking to someone of sense, of what had happened
through the day.
it's when nothing has happened that we are wanting for
things to happen. it's when no has showed up that we are looking for them. it's
when years have passed by and you still try to recall and relive the moments,
the good memories. it's in writing a bit of some nonsensical things that
somehow keeps me going, keeping me alive. if you can relate to this, you better
create one that is running in your thoughts right now and put that into
writing. it doesn't matter if you have an audience or not, what's important is
that you don't let those thoughts pass through.
now that's better. i have accomplished at least a bit
of what i wanted to do -- i was able to draft something.
