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Monday, 26 September 2011 |
Not that I haven't been writing. Notice that I have. But I miss those times that I write long essays, short stories, and those that has more meaning and depth. I miss those times when I could write about anything under the sun (the weather, a passenger on a subway, a jacket that I want, or even the mundane thing like a garage floor epoxy). I am not a pro. But for me writing is liberating. I used to write whenever I want before. I had the time. Now I write when there's a need; that's kind of sad. They said you should write every day. I fail even in trying. That is more sad. I know that in life we need to embrace changes; this is some change I am not willing to embrace. I will make time to write. Soon if not someday.
And oh, how I wish I could write about weddings and marriages soon. I mean that.
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