What Do You Do When You Lose the Will to Blog?

Before, I really make time for this. No excuses. I will write anything, but maybe that’s when I lost it. I just write, without a purpose. I just write to release. While that is a purpose in itself, it only benefits me. It is different reaching out to people and have your words make its impact, touching other’s heartstrings. I lost that magic, I believe. So maybe—just maybe—I am discouraged? I want my writings to be useful if you know what I mean.

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Astrology: A Tool Not a Belief System

It is also when the thought of co-creating comes to mind. I believe in Amor Fati so much—the things we can control and the things we can’t. We co-create this life we have. Sure, there’s ‘God-will’ but also free will. Nothing is absolute.

How Writing Stories Changed Me as a Reader

how to write a story

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.

Word of the Year + why I don’t like to write poems anymore

word of the year

I chose the word to remind myself that I have a control over my brain instead of the other way around.

2018: The Year of Self-Sabotage and Self-Love

2019 new year

2017 was so eventful; all the changes that happened were in the form of destruction. Still, it brought lessons. 2018 is also eventful but in a completely different way. All changes that are happening now are focused on rebuilding the life I want.

Book Review | Essence of an Age

book review essence of an age

"Her touch silences the storms rattling my ribcage, as if she, too, could walk on the tide that rises in my stomach."

Outro: Crack | my thoughts in its rawest form

i'm back to blue side

A Year After

This time last year, it was raining while the dancing lights kept ablaze. And with cold fingers, I let the breeze seeped in. Since then, winter lives on in me. The snow burns, but it keeps me going; The heart bleeds, but it keeps on beating.  The emerald against the blue tapestry. I will remember.… Continue reading A Year After