Thought shadows

When thoughts are put to paper it is making common something that is unique and often indescribable like: ambrosia on the lips, the weight of love, the hurt of betrayal, the bitterness of regret, the peace of contentment. Words just form the lines of the colouring book that our mind fills in...

But then again, if we don't give form to our thoughts won't they just fade into purgatory? That seems a little sad. Even as a shadow, is it not a better existence than that fate?

Past writings

There's a lot of good stuff in some of my later journal writings. Too bad I can't be bothered transcribing here. What's the point? I write only to myself or anonymously and this medium is just as transient as paper and inferior to the memory of the thought.

Anyhow each piece of writing is a child of mine. I don't want to clone the poor bastards.

An opportunity

To gain, one must sacrifice; to move forward, one must take risks.

Life threw me an opportunity today. I grabbed it. I just hope that I have the ability and dedication to mould it into something truly precious. I have something to prove here; to myself and to others.