So, I have decided to make up a type of writing challenge for myself.
I would like to randomly take an element from daily life, and philosophize about it.
Its origins, its meaning, and perhaps its purpose.
From elements of love, to elements of cooking.
All elements of life.
There must be something behind everything.
And I will warn you, you reader [...]
Tags: purpose
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philosophical indulgences.
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spontaneous combustion of opinions.
I would like to discuss a few matters, to put them “on paper” as one would put it.
Many times, friends and I would discuss religion, and I would be asked what I “believe” in.
My replies were usually scattered, and I truly felt the need to put them down somewhere to organize them a bit. So, [...] -
return policy.
Under the warm water I find my silence.
No thoughts or repercussions,
Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.
My writing is nothing.
My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.
My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.
Hidden.
Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.
I’m a writer. A painter. A [...] -
propriety.
To innocently log onto this technological piece of paper once more.
To give out thought, feeling, suppression.
Like the drawing of blood from the mind and soul, to write is a passion, a frustrating
yet beautiful obsession.Perhaps a flower, that takes much time to fully blossom.
Often it can show realistic desire, or endless dreams in-accomplishable.
But in end, for what [...] -
two slices of lemon, please.
10 Years from now.
I see myself wearing a very funky scarf in a stylish cafe, smoking a cigarette and reading a pamphlet to the newest art showing that month.
I see myself in a modern minimalist apartment cooking rice and listening to acid jazz.
Painting on a balcony in a Paris loft with flowers running down the sides of it.
Sporting [...]
