It's been almost a month since my last entry here, and more than 3 months on my friendster blog. It's very unlike me to run out of words to write. And it'd be long before I once again question whether the life I live is boring.
The heavens know my life right now is very far from boring. It's just that I can't make myself freely write about it. Damn this compulsion of mine to automatically censor myself. But then, again, I seldom blog about things that are still brewing on my mind.
I write to get over most things. It is in writing about these topics that I draw out of myself the underlying emotions attached in a specific event or person. When I write about something or someone, it is done so I can get over that thing or that person; to remove that certain topic out of my think-file and set it under the archives.
This logic then follows that when someting is still brewing in my mind, I wouldn't easily be writing about it, for I don't really know yet how I feel about that certain topic.
This logic also follows that I wouldn't be writing about a certain topic when I'm not yet over it. And I wouldn't be writing about it when I don't want to be over it.
Why then, do I blog, if I will only limit and censor myself?
I don't know the answer to that, honestly. I write because I want to, and I will write when the compulsion to do so would hit me. But I cannot force myslef to write about something just for the sake of writing.
well said. write because you want to, not because you have to. two different things. miss reading your blogs. you SHOULD write some more! hehehe.
ReplyDeletewonder when i'd finally read bout that thing your always preoccupied with but can't write about because its an ongoing thing. :)
ciao shattershards!
Like I said, if I write about it, then I'm over it... or at least trying to be over it.
ReplyDeleteSo I guess you wouldn't be reading about it for quite some time. Hahaha
Thanks, Gentle!