Somethin’ from nothin’
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway You can chase a dream
That seems so out of reach
And you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway[chorus:]
God is great, but sometimes life ain’t good
When I pray it doesn’t always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anyway
This world’s gone crazy and it’s hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway
You can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
And in a moment they can choose to walk away
love ’em anyway
You can pour your soul out singing
A song you believe in
That tomorrow they’ll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway
Yeah, sing it anyway
I sing, I dream, I love
It has been often said that writing is a profession for the fearless.
A writer will usually be criticized for opinions he expresses or truth he reveals. These two are better problems than a writer whose fear is not being read. For some writers, the battle will be about not being heard despite saying a lot of things. Is this writing in vain?
I’d say all our words will be heard one way or another. If not by readers, they will be heard by the writer himself – in different ways than how he wrote it or first read it and reread it. I often find myself surprised at some point when I read my past journal entries five years back. I didn’t know I felt that way or that I have been through something with such intensity before. With the hustle of this busy world, it’s not difficult to leap from one moment to another without taking with us the past. Living for the moment had made life easier and thus became the new norm. If only for personal records, if I want to account what caused me to be me today or how far I am between the dreamer and my dream, I intend to write for myself.
With every entry, I will find my words sometimes wrong and sometimes right. Through our words, the quest to become right most of the time and to help make this world, like they say a better world than we found it, will always be the goal aspiring writers would like to accomplish.
Photos above are some of the notebooks and planners I have for this year alone. Blank pages excite me! They give me the pleasurable urge to fill them with my words.
I had always been truly inspired by a song that makes me continue to write. How about replacing “singing” with “writing”? I decided long ago, although my writing may not affect other people, since it will affect me, I will write anyway.
Please check out this link of another blog I had few years ago. I dont write here anymore but I cannot totally dessert it when I found out it still exist though I cannot access it anymore for editting. http://iamweak-rookieblaze.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-me.html