dare to write...

love and not love

What do I write about?

I only write about two things love, just like everyone else does, and not love which everyone else do but not after writing about love first. At this point I went blank. I am not a writer by profession but I consider anyone that writes at a certain degree of making sense a writer.

 

How do writers write about love?

Just as everyone else do when inspired by a series of events that make an impact on the way they live, whether or not about love, we always wish we had a pen. We wanted to write about how lovely, cute, and warm furred little Morlax was before he died (hint it was in a song).

 

If only I was video taped the moment I gave flowers to the one I like in school, I would have asked him for a copy, watch it once then keep it never to watch it again. Would that not make you wonder? Why do we want to keep everything, even memories? We keep picture to remind us of how ugly we once were (maybe to brag on how good we look now or how good we used to look). We keep letters to remind us of a personal touch that once upon a time in this paper a stroke of his/her pen slides who ever he/she is. We try to remember what we think is important but we are afraid that we might forget these things to a point that it pushes us to write it down, document or record it perhaps.

 

Is thinking it over not enough? We tend to keep things not simply to remind us of something, sometimes it is because we want to relive the moment. We want to feel how we felt because it feels good and if doesn't, see that at least were over it, be thankful then feel good afterwards.

 

This isn’t about love nor is it about writers; this is about how I think. If you get to read up to this part that will amaze me coz I sure won't read about what I think so drop off a mark, a comment, a dot or anything tell me...

or may be just remind me that you've read about this ten years from now.

-04/1/08