Only with the reasons, wanted to blog, as a way to improve my writings.
It was not motivated after all.
Recently, I found it is so important to keep your memory somewhere.
Although brain is a marvelous structure that can almost do everything for us, or for it, we can possibly do everything, but I still don't find it reliable.
Something will just gone,
for the reason it no longer needed to,
for the reason you selected to,
for the reason other selected to.
What's left is only memory.
Motivation to blog so frequent nowadays came from nowhere.
Or I would say, I don't need it.
Nothing really motivate me.
I just feel the need to so do.
As though you will search for foods while hunger strikes you.
It is the same thing.
It is a feeling of filling up something, that I lacked.
I even write up to 3 posts in a day.
I don't even care who the hell gonna read that, for that lengthy and mumbling words,
which I previously did care.
I just continue write.
Not for the sake to impress someone.
But for my myself.
Hate the feeling of being regret because it is too late,
that I could not even do a single thing to make a different.
Although we always heard other saying, do it before it is too late,
mankind just refuse to do it in the right way.
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