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Real Passion

There are moments in my life when I’m too busy with almost everything, but I just stop in the middle of it, pick up any kind of pen close to me at the moment, look for my journal or make use of a scratched or clean piece of paper or even a 2-ply tissue, my lecture notes aren’t an exception either. I lay down my thoughts, let my mind and hand do the whole business of pouring my heart out. Words flowing smoothly from my brain down my spine straight to my inspired right hand until I get distracted and out of focus. Well, unfortunately, I easily get lost track of my thoughts, I’m bad at focusing on one goal and peace of mind seems like a kind of luxury that I still couldn’t afford until now. But even in those times of distraction and wilderness in my head, writing helps. It makes you say everything without ranting, you can mix all topics that come to your head, be a total freak for being so utterly nonsense while words are rambling on your paper. Random ideas or even organized write-ups are almost emptying all the words you’ve ever known in your whole life in all languages that you could muster. And more importantly, it could make you go back to some parts of your life, parts you want (or don't) to reminisce or remember. Remember…yes, I’m also good at forgetting some stuff, by the way. And believe me, forgetting something that you wanted so much to deliver out is a feeling far worse than keeping something painful to yourself. For by keeping and hiding that something inside is a choice that we decided freely. It is by forgetting that make us dig up all the thoughts that crossed your mind for the last seconds since you’ve thought about letting it all out and still nothing, nothing pops out. Sometimes, it's even right under your nose but ironically, you’re hopelessly waiting for the moment that you will suddenly feel that everything makes sense after all. Well, naah…that’s how crazy, amazing and adventurous writing could be And is definitely mysterious, how everything works the way we do or don’t expect things to turn out by its own accord. I love it, it will always be a part of me. How about you? Why don’t you try it yourself (if you still haven’t)? Or if you already did, explore more, see for yourself the wonderful things that only writing can do, the power of expressing yourself simply by jotting it down, find out its mysteries. Certainly, you are going to find refuge with just the coordination of your hand and mind working together as one over a pen and a piece of paper.

- M

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