The yellow pages of life does not promise a forecast of bubbles and sunshine. Many times we venture to different paths and end up toiling unsuccessfully. We take risks, casting all including our soul into the wind, and still it makes no substantial difference.
Being unsuccessful is a tedious lifestyle nobody chooses, rather it chooses many. Sometimes doing what you love combined with maximal effort is not enough. Often I’ve wondered if i’m really that bad a blogger, sure I can admit that I don’t pay attention to details and several times I was ready to abandon my journey and cut my losses.
So why haven’t I vanished from the blogosphere?
Well if there is something that I’m even worse at than writing, it is quitting. Never done it. mmhmm, well maybe that one time.
But who am I kidding? The exhilaration I get when the nerve endings on my fingertips presses against the keyboard is beyond comparison —no pun intended—and I especially love making people wonder; “what the F is this post/poem about?”.
They say people won’t listen to you until you’re worth listening to, but no matter how good, bad or funny one is, determination always changes the rules of the game. Determination is what makes me a force to be reckoned with.
And art exists in every level of the ecosystem. One can ignore it, but surely can’t deny it, even the way people speak is art. If you’ve witnessed two individuals or clans from a region speaking the same language, then you understand it. Bottomline is, so I’m a bit of a messy frantic misfit, In the end, I’ll write what is good and pleasing to my heart, because what my ventricles forcefully eject through my Aorta to sustain me in the land of living, itself is Art.
And now I’m done writing.