My abhorrence for writing has slowly faded over the years as I have grown as a person, mostly because I am seeking new ways of self-expression. Why the sudden push for creative activities? I like to think of my, or anyone’s, soul as high carbonated and life as an agitator. The tighter you keep the cap on your soul eventually you will crack/explode/fail, having this happen is never fun. After being helped to see that I was an anal, self-adsorbed, selfish, nervous mass of egotism, with a heart of gold, I new that I needed to make some changes to find … peace. Thus began my expedition to find new ways of letting out the ups and downs of life; … to express the emotions that are too great to be kept to yourself.
Given my distaste for writing while I was a small adult, I am still learning how to organize my writing grammatically. You might have already noticed that my sentence structure is that of a 5-year-old foreign boy trying to learn a new language. But if you are able/willing to look past the neophyte mistakes, I think you will find some thoughts of value.
“Balance Is Perfection” -- Me