My writing, My liking

Writing is sometimes a funny thing.
U can write a bunch of thing and u still feel nothing for it.

Writer's block? No, im not much of an expert in the manipulation of words. Well, i'm not especially gifted in words, some might even comment my lack of drives in going deeper in writing. That's probably right, almost completely true. Then again, commenting w/o noticing my lack of interest is simply being judgemental, or over-assertive, or ignorance.

 Why bother? My writing, my liking.
Yes.......
My life, is how i decided to mess with it.  

What Doesn't Kills Me, Makes Me Stronger.

It is intended to leave the blog for a while, still, i have to apologize i didn't make any notice abt it. Perhaps i was in the dark back then, all i can actually do to move on(from some bad memories) is to keep myself occupied and tired, till a level that i don't want to stop down and think properly for myself. I was, indeed, escaping from something after all.

 Then there comes the time when u actually cannot bear with the stress any more, your body collapse (a little, in my case) and your mind is completely emptied. Devoid of fear, u left wf nothing else to worry, seeing only your own self, the current self.

  I came this far, however, this is not yet a place for me to rest. Put it in other words, it is still the dawn in my journey. I decided, rather to be the escaping one, this time, i'll turn things the other way round by facing my life bravely with all the courage and bonds i gained along my life. In the hope to change from time to time, to be a better man, because after all the defeats and miseries, i've come to understand being strong is easier than escaping from pain. Endurance is the greatest strength second to determination.

  So what's up around me lately? Well, life had been pretty mercy (thrs definitely a fine line btw the words 'easy' and 'mercy'), not until lately, i can sense the invitations to some difficulties, although it is odd this time round. Somebody has reminded of who i used to be, as if i'm looking at the reflection of my past, but the questions remains....
  "Have i actually change from that 'me' who i used to be?
   Am i, now, different from that somebody who almost identical to that 'me'? "

  Confidently speaking, i definitely have change. I've change and grow along the years. I'm happy with the man i am now and i have no more fear of becoming my father, because, i can never become him. Whenever i look into the mirror, well, aside from myself, i can also see the reflections of the people that i loved and cared about. My dad, my mom, my sis, my brothers, my friends, or ppl who i was once feared or hated. I have all the fragments of everybody, making me realizing there is simply no need to surrender.

  I am me and i'll b going to choose who i am to be.

  What i have killed, makes me who i am today.