This new movement marks the vulnerability from my previous blog. I enjoyed the openess of receiving feedback but felt strongly that I was restricting my freedom of expression. I was more incline to leave the world of writing but realized my attachment for stoning in front of the computer, hoping to conjure something magical during every entry is addictive.

So, if you’re reading this, it would mean you’re sharing the bond that I have with you either through dear friendships where I treasure your worthwhile comments from time to time. Another where my relationship with you has been so distant where the only connections are through the passion of writing. Where I do not feel hampered by your presence but awaken when I read what your mind and heart has to say.

My still waters, the thoughts in my mind is a true representation of this and the residue that is gathered is usually shared here from time to time. As I dwell with life more, the complications get more tangled and I wonder if I’ll see the angle of the tangled world, I don’t know. After receiving a mail from a friend, I realized that I am the sort of person who will empty my cup yet drink the assumptions.

“You are clearly a thinking feeling person so life will never be comfortable as you seek meaning and purpose in your life and in the world.”

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