Stories are never my forte. I still believe poetry and blogging are what I’m best at. In poems, I don’t have to build characters and plot—I just follow my heart. In blogging, I just casually talk to you—like writing in a diary. Creating an entire world of your own, characters, settings, main and side stories, well, it’s SO hard.
Why do we cry alone? Why don't we reach out when we're sad and then wonder why we feel lonely? Why do we deny ourselves of comfort and companion and wonder why we are never in a deep relationship with people—soul to soul?
Should I be happy to feel contented or should I be contented to be happy? I blog so much about happiness but not really about contentment, I believe. I saw a tweet from the Astro community that made me want to talk about it now. My Gemini ass just HAD to respond, so I said:… Continue reading When was the last time you feel happy and contented?