In Great Need for an Inspiration (Coffee...)


Raining Hard on Tuesday afternoon, not usual for hot April Day.

Yesterday i happen to turn the t.v. to the Oprah Show and it was about finding Inspiration on young achievers. all of them became successful in such a young age, and their secret..
Follow your dreams. Know what you want and Find a way to do it.

then i began thinking, with all my braincells...
what is it that i really want to do?
does it necessarily mean that it's where i excel?

thinking...


thinking...


thinking...

and im telling you until now i haven't come up with a single thing that i know i really wanna do. it's a bit frustrating. yes. and getting all my energy.



we'll leave that behind, i will be able to realize that one day..


i decided to join the nestle essay writing contest. i have finished two complete drafts, but i feel like it's still incomplete. something's missing. and i know now what it is. it's easy for me to write without a drive. but it's great when i write with it, it comes out with a sense...
i need an inspiration, whether it is a person, a thing, an event, i don't know, all i know is a piece of writing will always be senseless without a soul. and that's what i lack at this moment. a soul to my article, a driving force, a real inspiration. it doesn't matter if i win or not, what i want now is to put a voice on every letter i've written down. to put colors to my canvas, to give life to my writing...


April 21, 2009. 3:34pm

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