On Writing

Finally, I decided to somehow announce my blog, blog slevin, to some people. After having about 7 blogs, did I find myself the courage for people to read what I wrote. Its quite scary to have people just reading your thoughts. Its just not as subjective as visual or auditory arts. The idea of people just reading your thoughts, hopefully not hanging to every word. Hopefully, not putting it out of context. Hopefully this and hopefully that. Maybe, it does take a little courage, for people to stand on a pedestal and give a speech/talk, sing and play some innermost emotional songs for people to perform autopsy on it, for models/stewards(es) to run the catwalk for everyone to see. Never really saw the darker side of writing until blogging. Or until the decision to rant and express. Check my blog numero uno.

Its like nakedness on the metaphorical plane. Its like people knowing you, strangers getting acquainted with you. Its more like "all this while I thought this guy was like this, but after reading his stuff, he's is so different". Its funny but true. Cannot explain why there is a need for redemption or acknowledgement, more so from strangers.

Somehow, with writing, maybe there's an escape.

I guess this is something different for me. There is no harm taking a different route back home. And sometimes the journey is as important as the destination.

Nobody says we have to live life the same way everyday.