What's on my mind

Start writing, I tell myself. Maybe this will get me somewhere. I don’t know—maybe it feels silly, but I keep writing anyway. Maybe it will make sense in the long run. I’m not sure.

I want to shout. I want to put everything out there. I’ve been carrying these negative vibes I picked up recently, and I want to throw them away. Maybe the only way to get rid of them is to write about good things… or maybe the writing will take me somewhere else entirely. Maybe. Maybe.

Who should I talk to? I don’t feel articulate enough to start a real conversation. Maybe the Lord would listen. Maybe He could make sense of what I’m trying to say. I don’t know where this is going. Honestly, it feels like it’s going nowhere.

But my mind is awake. My heart is feeling something. I am alive—that alone makes this worth writing. Everything makes some kind of sense as long as one is still alive. Breathing matters. Inhale. Exhale.

Even if this feels like it’s going nowhere, I think part of me believes that what I’m writing will surprise me someday. Maybe if I leave it open-ended, I’ll come back to it and see how it all fits together in ways I can’t see right now.

So… what is it?

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