Travel.
Study.
Work.
GEEZ there's too much going on. Seriously. And what do I do? I do what I do best. Procrastinate. I realized that a lot of the time, I don't really make sense because I'm in my own bubble and I don't know how to explain things to other people. Is that why I like writing so much? It seems that perhaps through writing and constant revision, I can finally get people to understand me.
I wonder if my thoughts are more coherent in writing. Sometimes when I try to do stream of consciousness in a semi-coherent manner, my thoughts and writing pretty much don't make sense, even to me. I suppose I need to work on that.
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