| I've always been told that I am a good writer; that I have the potential to be one. So why am I pursuing Biology? Crazy I know. Journalism is in the near future, believe you me.
Yesterday, a certain Monkey told me that I needed to occasionally write more upbeat things. I usually don't think when I write about stuff. I mean, I do think but its just subjects that I need to have put out in words. I don't just sit there and think "Hey! this is good, let's ponder this topic and go xanga it!" No, that's just putting too much effort into writing.
Writing should be something that comes easily and naturally. The free flow of words turning into excitement and passion. That's how I feel about words and writing. It's just something that I have a deep passion for. Maybe at times my writing may seem juvenile or underdeveloped, but at least the heart is there. Writing to me is like paint to an artist. Something you must have because you love it so much. Without words, how would I be able to communicate or express what I want?
I think writing is an art as much as any other profession that is called ART.
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| What do you do when what you thought was really isn't? How do you hold on to dreams that you know will/may never come true? Can fate ever really work out to how we imagine or hope it to be? What do you do after a Cinderella night? Can you regain the moment you had; get a second chance to do what you really wanted?
I wish.
But what is wishing anymore? Wishing is for the hopeless. You say "wish" because the word sounds magical, but in reality, have any of your wishes ever really come true? Or was it just coincidence that you thought it did? I think that maybe all these wishes should turn into prayers. Despite if you believe in God or a god, prayers mean much more on so many levels. But I could be wrong since this is my own opinion.
//Break
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| Always back to the beginning; never winning.
This feeling is constant; never betraying instinct.
The tears are routine; just for the night.
Back to the same old self; only more broken.
Back to forgetting everything; being less alive.
Thoughts never leave; a haunting reminder.
These happy endeavors are only a ruse.
Never going back to okay..
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| Or am I the one not taking chances..?
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| How can you make people see, or at least help them see, when they're missing out on something? Do people honestly ever take one moment to stop from their so called busy lives and observe what is around them without ever saying a word? For once in your life, can you honestly say you were living your life for someone other than yourself? Have you ever kept a promise or made a plan because it was for someone else's gain and not yours? If you had one chance to turn your whole life around, would you take it? And how would you do so in which the world gains from it and not you? Can you honestly say you're a good person for all the right reasons?
Find some kind of beauty in your life and live for it. Find an escape, have passion in everything you do and think from your heart.
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