I have been in this journey for as long as I can remember. Only now I realize I am more than just physically exhausted. Walking this windy road has drained all my energy; even my mind can’t think straight. I don’t remember where, when, why, and how I started this journey. I don’t remember the purpose of this journey, or the destination I am trying to reach.
I can only remember that I wasn’t alone when I began this journey. I can still remember the excitement at that time. I can still remember how happy I was for starting a very big journey with a lot of people who seemed to feel the same. They were all around me, walking with me, exchanging smiles, supporting words, and cheers with me. I was really sure that this journey would be a lot of fun.
Me: A man took it from me when I was about to get off from the bus. He sat alone on the backseat and looked like taking something behind my back and moved quickly on his seat when I turned my head to him. I didn’t notice it, but the man indeed looked suspicious now that I think about it.
John: Did you tell your parents about it?
Me: Of course. Nobody’s home at that time, so I called them.
It’s interesting to read other bloggers’ stories of what motivate them to write. Either to discover themselves, express their thoughts, share their experiences, interact with other people, or find out something new, each of them has a unique story which makes her or his blog different. I’m glad I found the article today, because it reminds me of why I started this blog in the first place and now my spirit is recharged after reading it. 🙂
As for me, I have been in love with writing since the first time my father taught me how to write a word properly, and how to make my sentences readable by using a space between each word. Continue reading “ “I Write Because…” “→
In the very end of December, I saw many people filling the feed on either Facebook, Instagram, or literally anywhere, with stories of their success in 2016. Many of them said that 2016 is a wonderful year, with this achievement or that improvement… And there was this moment when I came to the point of dullness, numbness, and boredom, as I read their stories. Then I decided to totally stop reading.
I asked myself after that, “What about your 2016?” and as I looked at my days last year, I immediately turned my head back. Unlike those people, I didn’t see 2016 as something pleasant. What I saw was a horrifying creature, curling in the dark, its hands crawling, its voice hoarse and scary. Unfortunately, after that short glimpse, I realized that the creature was me. Continue reading “Speaking of 2016…”→