I figured I would want to, and I must, start on a literal blank page to organize thoughts that are fluttering around like butterflies on weed. I figured it's an apt timing, too, considering I'm nearing the end of an extremely eventful year of many many new experiences. Writing with true and complete honesty- to yourself rather than others- might be really helpful to the ones like me who struggles to read his own mind. There must be something pretty beautiful (as there always is) in the honest writing that people like Shiyin have so religiously adhered to, and I know this will really help to sort myself out more than anything.
This blog will still be kept open until the foreseeable future, so that whosoever chances upon this blog might chance upon a certain bit written to them- a little bit of the truest words and treasures unearthed from my own cluttered mind. Don't worry, it's not going to be a Lamentations-esque barrage of complains about people who broke my heart or offended me- on the contrary I shall try to pick at the little bits of me that cause me to hesitate before I attack somebody. This is an attempted rescue of Michelangelo's angel in marble (quote below) and a rescue of my own soul. I hope I find someone beneath that's still worth saving.
"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free"
Must add: Michelangelo is pretty amazing.
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