
YESTERDAY is 28, the number that reminds me the most painful and profound loss I’ve ever experienced when my best friend, the truest and most trusted friend I’d ever had on this Earth left me. That day had come and knocked me down into the darkness. The pain was tangible. When someone took up all your thoughts and feelings for 7 months straight it can take a while to get used to the emptiness when they’re gone and that space will never completely fill again, because there’s no other person who will fit with you the way they did. They have that part of you, but you have a part of them too. The people who make enough of an impression will stay with you. But TODAY I made a decision. I made a decision that I would no longer allow any negative thoughts to get the better of me, I don’t want to feel cut out of life!
So as I sit here on September 28, 2011, I find myself completely stupefied as to how a simple little thought on a dark day 7 months ago, could have completely changed my life, and the lives of people around me. One day, as I was browsing my Facebook account, my brother in law in Canada told me that I could make money out of blogging and the idea of it tucked into the back of my mind as something that I will give attention later. After all, I wasn’t a writer nor had I ever wanted to be. I had no idea that simple little thoughts could have such an impact on other people. I had my days that I don’t want to get up from bed and don’t want to write but sometimes I can hardly imagine a prettier way to live if all things are subject to go downstream. I guess time has a way of making everything alright; it's just there is not enough of it. And so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this so called life. So the idea of blogging is one of my favorites. There are times when blogging can be tough and it feels like I have just run out of ideas for blog posts, can’t find the spark that will ignite my thoughts back into action and keeps me to write. Sometimes, I need inspiration, or whenever I’m in pain and been too emotional, I could easily write down my sentiments.
There was a time when I’m on a journey to somewhere, my unconscious mind takes over and I think of every possible article heading, so I have my pen and paper while traveling. There will come a point after a few minutes when I just cannot think of anymore. So I STOP for a few moment and ideas just come along just like a train, passengers get off the train and walk down the platform and then eventually the train keeps going again after. Due to boredom, I keep doing this until nothing else comes out. So sometimes, I don’t have anything interesting in mind to write about. People often ask me how I come up with things to blog about and I find the question strange, because mostly I write about things that actually happen in my life. And I don’t really care how many views my blogs would have as long as I express myself. There are plenty of times that we feel unheard by important people in our lives and we end up searching for ways to show or let them know how we feel. Writing isn’t just a hobby but it can be your best friend. There are people who cannot speak out what they feel but can write very beautiful masterpieces and I am one. It’s like putting into those words the dreams that I cannot do in actual life. If done correctly, writing something can help me ease the pain and can even manipulate or help other people as well. So writing is not just a hobby for me, and now a best friend. The best way to write something is just write anything you want while the emotions are running and then edit or proofread later. Writing is an outlet for emotions. Writing allows me to really focus on what’s in my heart. Writing is very therapeutic. It allows me to escape reality, but at the same time face reality. Sometimes our emotions can create certain creativity that turns to art.
When I look to the future, I sometimes wonder what will happen in my life. We are living in very uncertain times. I cannot think of a time in the succeeding years when there have been so many things shaping up to create a perfect storm. I hope I will begin to look at each day as a little more special.
YESTERDAY IS A HISTORY, TOMORROW WILL BE A MYSTERY, TODAY IS A GIFT THAT IS WHY IT IS CALLED THE PRESENT.
-dyoyzee-



