…and the story goes…

Never knew that it’s gonna be so fun. Letting my mind go wild…Thinking how far it is going…Knowing it is flown by unpredictable wind…Yeah…Something like that.

It’s an unbelievable sight. I thought it would be so boring at first. Looking for a new idea…Arranging…Writing…Phrasing…Editing… But when I’ve been involved with those stuffs, I could never let myself to stop.

Actually, I was inspired by my friend’s blog. He’s totally in it. Many thanks ’cause I’ve learnt a lot from him about the essence of a blog, how it is working to other’s life, and what may occur after it’s published.

I asked him once, "What should I do with my blog?". He gave a brief answer, "It’s all up to you". Ok…then how it could be all up to me if I don’t even know what step I should go through. Well…he told me that the first thing that I should have is purpose. I started to ask myself then…What do I really want from making a blog? What’s my purpose? Hmm…it took me an hour to think what I really want from my blog. Then pop…!!! Ok, let’s say I’m making a very big journal where I can share my way of thinking, personalities, ideas, experiences, and of course, my life to others. Note : to others. Then it took me to the next question : How could I make this possible to be shared to others? Well…of course it has to be readable by everyone who’s looking at it. So, like it or not, I have to write in English, a very common used language (and a hardest thing to do, upphff…). And what’s next? Oh yeah…the post itself…!!! Which topic should I expose? Which topic that shouldn’t? Well…actually I only follow my instinct with this. Sometimes we can feel it, which story we can share and which story that just can’t. The most important thing is, no matter what we’re gonna talking about, it has to be interesting, or at least, it makes others interested just by reading its title.

Then how could I make a story seems interesting? Hmm…that’s a very good question. ‘Cause I’m still learning more and more to know the exact way how to do it. All I’ve done, when an idea pops in my mind, usually I try to figure out which part of it that would be the best part if I bring it up by some lines of stories. Then here I am…The story goes by itself.

Then what’s the next expectation? Of course, to be read by others. After being read? Hopefully it could give another new horizon to others. Hmm…Sounds too high, doesn’t it? But that’s okay. At least, if we have an expectation like that, all we’ve done would be worth that way.

Then how about the comments? Is that exactly what we expect? The final purpose? Well…I can’t say no, but at least, don’t make it as a mean purpose. Use it as a cheerleaders team that can push you to work harder and harder.

Okay…Seems like I’ve talked too much with this bullshits…The only one thing to remember : let the stories go by themselves…That’s the point…

All I remember was just each time I tried to wake up there would be so many birds and stars surrounding my sights. Just like what you’ve ever seen in a cartoon show. Hey…What’s wrong with me…??? Then a second later, it was all torn in black…
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Nothing could ever stop me from thinking but getting ill. Maybe that’s right. I’ve forced my mind so hard lately. And maybe you’re right. I just need some time to keep my mind in a restful thoughts.
But then I think, how could I keep this passion abandoned, in fact that my mind has been already "ready" for the next challenge…??? Yes…I trully hunger for other’s thoughts, lessons, debates, opinions, facts, and even mocks. The most important thing is : they have to come from others. Not mentioning who the hell they are or what the heck they are. Sometimes they punch me right in my head (not getting to know what they really stand for). Then I lose balance, try to reach another hand to be reached out, but…that’s what I called life…to be punched or to be kicked or to be left or to be hurt. They don’t even bother. As long as I could find myself thinking of something…
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Never bother what other’s thinking.
Never bother what other’s point of view.
Never let myself be a dull.
Never let myself beaten by illness.
Never let myself defeated by pain.
Think something.
Then I sail in harmony and peace…