Life Isn't All about This

Aug 08, 2014 00:14

I've been getting lazy as hell writing stuff. I saw my friend's planner which was turned into a journal-slash-scrapbook one. It was all colorful, vivid and cute. And I just remembered a journal that I bought a year ago. Since it was all nothing but cute doodles, I decided to turn that into a planner, containing calendar, side notes and whatnot. I actually am not finished yet. Months have already passed and nothing has changed. That's when I start practicing ningas cogon again, as they say. It's a habit that you work hard at the beginning, then suddenly slacks off towards the end.

It's only a one time exhilaration narrating or sketching your occurrences on a piece of notebook. It's not that I'm not a fan of it, but it takes effort to do that. I mean, come on, we're all busy dealing with our lives, and it's impossible to keep track of them everyday. Like for instance, I only did blog once a week back then. I haven't kept that promise of once a week posting when I got back to reality. Things have become more screwed up through time. And besides, I am neither a famous blogger, nor someone who blogs for a living, who has to update regularly. I blog because writing is my guilty pleasure. I don't have the balls to say that I'm good at it. I'm even terrible at it. It just makes me feel relieved after all the thoughts have been poured out. It's one of my passions that I've never left since high school.

Sometimes, what you really like doing becomes forgotten. You tend to see the bigger picture, and realize that what you really want isn't practical at all. It might be the culprit of time wastage, or money or anything that the world dictates you should need. Just like writing stuff not in a technical way, it's more of a personal sanctuary rather than societal.

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