“I’m ripe with things to say
The words rot and fall away”
(blink-182)

time flies, things happened, people changed, I changed. All that remains are our own memories. Memories live inside our little brain, memories shapes who we are. But memory is a tricky thing. We remember a lot of things around our life, what we did, what we said, how we felt, we went from places to places, we met people after people, we took pictures of ourselves,… and most importantly, how we have thought, the way we perceived this world. Do we took enough pictures of our mind? why not write it all down?

in search of lost time

when looking back over my last 10 years (10 years of my adult life), it gives me some kind of anxiety rather than sastifaction. I’m not sure if I lived the way I wanted. Time just passed, sometimes it was fun, sometimes wasn’t, and sometimes, it like all I was doing was just travelling through a black hole’s event horizon, absorbing all my time into nothingness.

in an attempt to reconnect with reality, I realized writing is a decent pill for my mind. It not necessarily a dairy or journaling, but sharing more about myself, a little bit of personal things, about what I am up to, thoughts that stuck in my mind, things that bug me in the ass. Imagine 2 or 5 years from now, while re-reading those posts, it would probably give me some kind of satisfaction, I think could actually enjoy reading them like listening to a piece of music. People often say that reading is like living another life, so writing is a good way to re-live those moments of our own.

after all, writing is like searching for our lost time (our future selves, searching for today)

in search of lost me

we don’t know what we don’t know. I don’t know what I don’t know. There’re milion versions of myself that I can potentially be. Have I have choosen the worst of them? I don’t really know

at some points in life, When I feel lost into uncertainthy or floating in ocean of loneliness, I realized that all I need is can be simple as some good habits or hobbies to stick to, writing is maybe one of them. To write means you have to have something in your mind that worth writing about. And with that, it will motivate me to read more, think more, do more, and discover more (hopefully). In the end, maybe it could help me find a better version of myself to live with along the journey. Besides, writing is a form of creative work, and it normally (and it should be) fueled by true freedom, true curiosity and enjoyment, and that sometimes made me feel alive.

to wrap up, I think writing is to search for more inside ourselves, to talk to multiple version of ourselves (multiverse?)

free up mental space

thinking consumes our mind space, our time and energy, especially worse when we overthinking. We can either make those thought disappear (through mediation?) or dump them to somewhere (through writing). Einstein once said, “If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.”, In other words, To dump thoughts well, you gotta think it well and thoroughly, then summarize your it in simple way. It’s not an easy thing to do, but I think it’s interesting enough. so, let’s dump your shitty thought into a post, throw it up somewhere, give the mind space to think something else. something better.

end

you literally could write anything, but if you want to write something more personal, you probably end up in should-I-publish-it state.. and that’s okay. You can post it in a blog site just like me, it will be more comfortable and cozy.

there’re a lot of good material out there (that not books nor social media) to read more for inspiration - Substack, for instance.

If one day you decice to write something about yourself and want to share to the world, I would be very happy to read it.

🎻 😶‍🌫️

“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me”
(The Beatles)

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Happy writing!