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... where my muse goes for 2023 ... |
| ... here is where my muse goes for 2023 ... |
| I lied when I stated, "Had you not done it, I would not have known, but you did." But it was true that she did it. She couldn't hold it in any longer and started crying. When faced with a choice between telling the truth and continuing to lie, telling the truth is often the more convenient option. That was the day that I parted ways with her so that she could be reunited with my dad, Haven, who lives above. |
| What could I possibly write about today, seeing as how I have nothing to write about? There is no truth to the assertion that one can never run out of things to write because this is something that can only occur when a person has completely stopped thinking for themselves. Well. To the best of my understanding, I have not yet reached the point where my brain function has completely ceased. Am I? Even if I don't feel like it, I always have the option to read, but that teeny, tiny devil is still challenging me. In that case, I wouldn't feel good for the entirety of today because of it. It's not something that appeals to me at all. As a consequence, I continue to write even if no one reads it. This pen would just keep babbling on and on about whatever was going through my brain for as long as it could. I would have been around more intelligent people than idiots if people still cared about what they read in this day and age. But nobody cares about what they read anymore. To tell you the truth, I do not believe that humanity as a whole will become more intelligent anytime soon or even in the not-too-distant future. This is simply my personal opinion. My feelings concerning that last comment are not worth getting worked up over. There are some really dumb worlds out there, which is why there are also some really brilliant worlds that brag about how smart they are. White won't exist without its opposite, black; night won't exist without day; evil won't exist without good; and most importantly, the Devil won't exist without God. Sober up and face reality. |
| I trundle along, oblivious to everything around me. It is the path to take. At least, I've found it to be the case for myself. I have no idea where I am or where I'm headed at this point. The "aha" moment typically occurs when I get there, indicating that I have arrived at my destination. I just stood there, taking a deep breath of contentment, and decided to put an end to it—at least with regard to my being. |
| It's possible that you're here reading my words and believe you already know who I am, but have you realised that it's really about you learning more about yourself through my voice? You aren't here for me because you care about what's best for yourself; that's why you came. Everyone does. |
| The things that belong to me are what guide my life. Both of them, the thoughts and the words, are entirely mine. I'm the reason they're here. I'm here. I am my thoughts, my words, and what I write; and I am also. |
| I created this playground for you so you could have fun. Don't you like it? If you don't feel like being here, there's no pressure for you to remain here. There is no reason to be concerned about anything. I won't compel you to stay with me by holding your hand. You are free to come and go from the place at any moment that works for you. I won't do anything other than just stay here. Waiting. When you want to play, or when you need to play, I will always be here whenever you want or need me to be. If that isn't love, then I don't know what else could possibly be regarded even so. Without love, there is no possibility of writing. It is something that each and every one of us desires. That is contained in those very words. |
| Discussions regarding writing are common among us. They continued to talk instead of writing anything down. Reduce your spoken communication and increase your written output. Literalists are tasked with bringing their ideas to life in this way. As a writer, you should write. |
| I am back once more. Having to look at the socially inept empty page. I have returned once more. Making an effort with each word that follows. I am back once more. Writing. |
| She grabbed the edge of the dug-stone well's wall with her tiny fingers and climbed up to rest on her elbows. During her climb, her slippers fell off, and her tiny toes hung dangerously from a group of large stones that had been cemented together. They were extremely slippery due to the moss growing on the surface. She gave herself one minute to gasp for air before moving closer to the open hole. She decided to try it, spitting her words down the deep well as if they came from her lungs, despite the fact that all she could see down there was blackness. "Hello" Her voice fell to the bottom of the dark, bottomless pit. She then turned her head to the right and leaned forward, bringing the ear on her left side even closer to the well's opening. She did it in the hopes of getting a response. The only thing she could hear was the splash of water on the wall below her. Her greeting elicited no response. She tilted her head to the left, bringing her right ear even closer to the well's opening, and waited, dissatisfied. She waited patiently. With just a "Hi," her friend greeted her. She laughed happily and enjoyed hearing her friend's response as she let herself fall onto the lush, green grass below. She toppled over, rolled away from the well, and landed on her back. She stood up and looked out at the reddish-dusk sky in the distance. “It will soon be evening, and Mama will be waiting for me to return home so that we can have dinner together.” She was well aware that her mother would be disappointed with her if she did not arrive on time for dinner. She grabbed both of her slippers and dashed as fast as she could in the direction of the cottage, which was not far from the well where she was. The lighting in the cottage's kitchen was turned on. "The meal Mama prepared for us is ready." On her way back to the house, she picked a few white wild daffodils from the greens to put on the kitchen's table. She is confident that her mother would be pleased to see them seated together at the dinner table tonight. She ran away without looking back and waved to the well. "Good night, sleep well." She began her journey back to her house. |
| Do I have the right to pass judgement on someone simply because they haven't read a book? Even though it may seem like a simple inquiry, please understand that there is always more to the story than that. Absolutely not—a resounding "NO," and there is zero chance that I will ever do so. It is impossible for me to imagine ever doing something like that to another person. When I was a kid, I never had the opportunity to enjoy the experience of reading a book like a novel because that wasn't something that was easily accessible to me. There are some people who simply do not have the same good fortune as others. Reading and writing lessons are a chore for some unfortunate people, but others view them as a means to an end. They wish to improve their chances of furthering their profession or climbing the corporate ladder in an organisation that operates on a global scale, so they decide to study a foreign language. I've been there before, but now I feel lucky or maybe even blessed to be surrounded by piles and piles of books, especially literary books. There are so many that there is no way I will ever be able to read all of them before my time on this earth is up. When I was younger, the best way for me to improve my English was to scavenge an overnight newspaper and study from it. I found that studying from an overnight newspaper was the most effective technique then. Simply being able to write and speak the English language was my goal; it was sufficient for me to be understood by others who were fluent in that language for me to consider that a successful endeavour. It's not about enjoyment for me; it's about satisfying a need to get better. Back then, we didn't have the same easy access to the Internet that we do now. It's considerably better now than it was back when I was growing up, but UNESCO estimates that there are still over 773 million adults worldwide who cannot read or write at a basic level; of these, roughly two-thirds are women. Literacy rates are still low in some parts of the world, especially in Sub-Saharan Africa and South Asia, and this is due to a number of causes including poverty, a lack of access to education, and social and cultural hurdles. Although the literacy rate is generally higher in other places like Europe and North America, there are still pockets of low literacy, especially among impoverished people. Hence, NO, I will never be able to judge other people for not reading novels or, even worse, for reading novels for their own amusement. I just can't bring myself to do that. But I do pass judgement on those who take pride in having read a lot, because I can't even finish the second sentence in whatever it is that they have written. When you read crap, you will almost certainly wind up writing crap as well. It's just the nature of the beast. That has not escaped my notice. "I write, then I write, and the more that I write." "Isn't that not writing for you?" Reading a lot is not necessary to develop the ability to write well because writing is a talent that can be learned independently. It's the same as learning to dance without any music playing in the background. On the other hand, doing so and gaining an understanding is always recommended. You have the ability to write so long as you have at least some reading comprehension. It is a common misconception that a person needs to do a great deal of reading in order to improve their writing skills. To be more specific, in order to write better, you need to write a lot, and you also need to read well, but not necessarily a lot. Nonetheless, you do need to read. It serves no purpose to read junk if one is only going to end up producing rubbish in their writing. Reading for a specific purpose is far more beneficial than reading for pleasure. Choose authors who are known for their expertise in the sector in which you desire to develop your skills. Reading meaningless content, of which there is unfortunately a great deal in today's world, is a waste of one's limited time and should be avoided at all costs. They won't help you improve as a writer in any way, so don't waste your time with them. Do not act arrogantly when you find yourself in the words you have written. This is the last but not the least important piece of advice. Give them the opportunity to discover who they are through the writing and reading they do with your assistance. "Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there'll always be better writers than you and there'll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that, but you are the only you." - Neil Gaiman Good mental health includes being able to think effectively, write well, and read well. I hope you had a productive writing day. |
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