blog analysis

I have realised that inspiration to write here comes from one of the following situations: being in the presence of natural beauty, music, some unhappiness in my life, boredom. 

There are barely other situations when I find myself here, wanting to write. I have been guided by the resolution to write here every day at some point in the past and continue to do this from time to time. But, my writing itself is most often on the above topics. Why so? Am I deeply affected by these, find them the only topics worth writing about, do I lack imagination that causes me to never move away from these topics/factors?

Princess is in another castle

I am writing to you my love,
To tell you what I know you want to hear
You have been here before
You have been through this
You will be back here again
Your nemesis will strike you this way
Again and you will overcome again
Because that is the cycle
That you could break
But it will mutate
And come back for you again
You will level up!
get through the next level too
Where you will find that what you need to find,
is out to find you too.

Firsts

Firsts are mostly memorable. My first journey by aircraft is so deeply etched in my memory, while more recent journeys have faded so much so that I have difficulty in even accepting that they happened. Some things are precious and worth holding on to. But that's the way it is, two-edged sword that will make sure you cannot let go of those early, messy happenings just because they were first.

A weird sensation

From the corner of my eye I see an object on my desk. It's something like a paper or a pen or sometimes a notebook. As I watch whatever I am looking straight at, the object just outside my direct gaze grows in size.  A two dimensional object gains a third dimension.  It feels like a cartoon-happening. Sometimes it makes me dizzy. Sometimes it is like a head rush. It is impossible to explain. Hard to describe as you can see.

Resolutions

A life that's spent in a way that barely leaves a mark on the mind of the one doing the living. I write with the intention of being able to remember this day and this feeling.  But what I end up creating is a series of meaningless posts on a series of forgettable events.  As an experiment I will try to do something for each day of the rest of the week that will first be  contributions to my self worth.

No metaphors, I promise

A thick fog blinds me and I cannot see the road right in front of me. But I look up and see blue, brilliant sky. What sorcery is this?

Loving myself

To love and respect, to be proud and happy, to be contented with myself. A journey that seems impossibly hard and unlikely to be completed ever. Still, being on the road feels incredibly great.

Journey to the past

Whiffs of the past
Hidden in the unlikeliest places
A journey into the past
To find someone who I used to be

Spreading joy

Why wouldn't you be the reason for someone's smile, pride, happiness, contentment, love, sunshine, wonder, joy? Why would you not try to be?

synonyms

Change
Transform
Metamorphose
Mutate
Evolve
Grow
Transcend
Rejuvenate
Be reborn
Reform