for the love of words
i’ve been wanting to blog for some while now. rather for a year now. [you might wonder here what had i been doing for the last twelve months seeing that there are too many sites offering free blogging opportunity yet i wasn't able to sign up even once. i'm telling you now, i am wondering about that myself.] i have always been wanting to write till my mind goes numb. and fortunately, i always get the opportunity to do it. only, during the past months, i was only writing on papers. it was more inexpensive that way. and papers appear anytime, anywhere. during boooring classes, during the wee hours of the morning, at bus rides, at mealtimes, literally any time and any where. it was actually fun doing that but the drawback is taht i ain’t able to share it with friends. somehow, it is weird to bombard friends with paper scratches full of my mind’s adventures. and i keep on losing those little papers full of my thoughts. this saddens me since losing those papers meant losing the only evidences of my brain’s hyperactivity. so here i am now, finally finding an opportunity to write, starting a long overdue blog that i owe to myself.
and never to be amissed is the real fuel that ignited my desire to start blogging on the soonest possible time. it was the words of my PR professor telling me taht to be successful in the career path that i want to take, i must start blogging. not so much of an advice but i think it will really work. and besides, there’s no harm in trying. =)
in later post, one might find my articles incomprehensible. let me tell you now that if that will be the case, it will be because i only write whatever comes into my mind. i never bother to edit my thoughts, never bother to keep track of what i am thinking. trains of thoughts flow freely in my mind and i write directly what i am thinking on the moment. actually, this is why i love blogging [or writing, whatever]. it lets me tell what i am thinking of the moment, no efforts in trying to pull my thoughts together, so much unlike in writing academic papers. it doesn’t matter if my thoughts are not concise and brief. it doesn’t matter if my thinking is kinda weird. it doesn’t matter if a paragraph has more than one topic. it doesn’t matter if sentences are badly put. it doesn’t matter if thoughts are redundant. it doesn’t matter if same words are used oveer and over again. nothing matters but the the existence of my mind, the thoughts that flies in it and my hands that goes all over the paper or the keyboard. in times like this, i can tell myself that life is beautiful.
