Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. - Hebrews 11:1 ♥
Saturday, 11 September 2010 11:12 am
Write me another one
i'm supposed to be understanding my lecture notes right now but a certain inertia has caused me to gravitate towards something else. it's a waste to spend a rare free saturday morning on chemistry anyway...there are finer things in life to be doing.
anyhow, after meeting Mong and YY yesterday morning i realised how much i miss writing...not writing for the sake of recording and casting things in ink but just writing because i want to and i love to. looking back at my journal entries i'm sometimes amazed with the magic and rubbish that were penned in those pages. they made me ask lots of questions.... was that me? who am i? why? and it just hit me...i don't write like that anymore. what i write now... gives me nothing to ask. i think somewhere along the way i've lost that part of myself within me. maybe it's been shoved into some reclusive corner of my soul and overtime, without any visits, it has become forgotten. it's a really different feeling to write when you don't really know where you're going, the vision isn't really clear and you are not quite sure where you'll end up...but you just keep going anyway...with each word comes a new sentence and then another and it just goes on. i guess i miss that feeling. and that freedom. it makes me bold and fills me with faith.
i'd just like to turn around and visit that forgotten corner again. to touch that wondrous brilliance that is writing.
i'm supposed to be understanding my lecture notes right now but a certain inertia has caused me to gravitate towards something else. it's a waste to spend a rare free saturday morning on chemistry anyway...there are finer things in life to be doing.
anyhow, after meeting Mong and YY yesterday morning i realised how much i miss writing...not writing for the sake of recording and casting things in ink but just writing because i want to and i love to. looking back at my journal entries i'm sometimes amazed with the magic and rubbish that were penned in those pages. they made me ask lots of questions.... was that me? who am i? why? and it just hit me...i don't write like that anymore. what i write now... gives me nothing to ask. i think somewhere along the way i've lost that part of myself within me. maybe it's been shoved into some reclusive corner of my soul and overtime, without any visits, it has become forgotten. it's a really different feeling to write when you don't really know where you're going, the vision isn't really clear and you are not quite sure where you'll end up...but you just keep going anyway...with each word comes a new sentence and then another and it just goes on. i guess i miss that feeling. and that freedom. it makes me bold and fills me with faith.
i'd just like to turn around and visit that forgotten corner again. to touch that wondrous brilliance that is writing.
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