*Heavy breathing, it’s been way back since my last blog post that I actually forgot how blogs work anymore. Well, you post stuff, things you like and dislike, express yourself in any manner that involves words, pictures, sounds, etc.
I forgot how little is much and how much is little in the blogging world. I’ve been reading my past blogs lately and some of them aren’t that bad but most of them are selfish or triggered by my defense mechanism to deal with my insecurities. Now that I’ve settled my personal issues. Char. I’m gonna write about honest things, about how I really feel or think. No more pretentious crap about the universe or about romanticizing sadness and glorifying regret (I will be tempted though).
I’m looking forward to things that I’ll be learning while writing and open my soul for correction. Discovery isn’t a way street and even math has poetry (I like Algebra). I didn’t understand that either. I definitely want this blog to be nothing but honest. Maybe I’ll sensationalize things here and there but may it be a reflection of what is trying to be good.
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We’ve always credited great stories to the imagination. Whimsical accounts of glorious feats and miraculous characters that sprang from the ink of writers. We have been enticed by their words and by their unnatural charm to bring summer into our hearts.
I’m a big fan of fairy-tales. Growing up I read them by the shelves before going to sleep. I applaud in the victory of my favorite heroes and I cry at the loss of their greatest defeat.
I got lost in those adventurous pages of someone’s thought. Someone’s thoughts, those pages were pieces and puzzles of someone’s thoughts. I guess sometimes, most times, the story has overshadowed the writer.
I watched Saving Mr. Banks just a while ago and its story just struck my heart. It’s about, P.L. Travers, the writer of Mary Poppins, how she conceived the heart of her story and how she let it go to forgive herself and save the ending.
The film was an enlightening account of how a wonderful story is conceived. At most times we give ode to the power of imagination to rid ourselves of an unwanted reality but after I watched the film I realized that we should credit the gift of imagination to the strength of our present tale outside the pages.
Dreams always have a tinge of reality. A sparkle that shines offset the glimmering words of hope and happiness. It is reality that gave us the venue to dream, to take flight. A writer’s reality is her joy and pain, her inspiration to go beyond the boundaries of great heights.
The heart of every story is always anchored to the realness of emotions, the plight of moments that have driven sweetest and bitterest heartbeats. Behind every good story is always a reality that hushes its way to the ending.
I’m always at home when I’m travelling, staying at one place makes me a stranger. Every bus, plain or boat ride I take is always an adventure, not knowing what to expect.
I would get this cataclysm of traits from people I meet when I travel and I learn a lot from their stories. Every goodbye is always a continuation when you get to know a lot of people from one place to another.
There are those who changed me greatly others and those who passed me by like chaff or a light drizzle. They’re like stars, they may be distant but their memories are visible in my placid sky.
When you travel you always leave something behind. It’s not always a sad dilemma, because just like what C.S. Lewis said , better things are ahead. New experiences and new friends, the thrill of unfamiliar flavors and uncharted stories. An unanswered question is more exciting.
I sincerely think grocery lists are awesome. I like all kinds of lists and maybe that’s why I like listverse so much. This is just a random post about the things that will be a staple in my grocery list. I’ll be pretty much living alone soon, so yeah this list might help me out someday. And by someday I mean this April.