And I like writing when I’m listening to new nice songs.
Hi there,
I’ve missed writing here. The more I hear that people I know are reading my blog, the more I get happy-you can keep the feedback coming; I love those! And at the same, it gets harder for me to write because I think to myself, what if I’m not good enough for them? What if they knew who I might be writing about sometimes?
I wish I can be as apathetic and not care, but sadly I do. I do care about your opinion of me; even if I have developed a certain ego for writing, I still get happy if you tell me that you like my blog.
Anyway.
I love rain; I love the cold. It’s too beautiful, and it feeds my soul with so much peace and happiness I cannot describe it; I’m so relieved summer is over, my mental health absolutely could not fathom another day of humidity and sun.
I find thunder and lightning and darkness extremely soul-nourishing. I keep telling people that the only reason I might consider living in London is because of its weather, and people usually weirdly look at me. “If anything, people leave London for its awful weather,” my British friend keeps telling me.
But with all its messiness, I love everything about this weather, even the parts when I’m soaking wet under the rain, and my feet are freezing because my socks are all wet, and I have a red runny nose because of the sharp breeze, I still choose this over one droplet of sweat any day of the week.
So I’m sorry for all you summer-lovers, but I’ve had enough of my seasonal affective disorder (SAD); I almost died from the pain (I wish I did instead of living through the struggle); it’s okay if you felt a little fussy, let my heart heal.
Also, I realized this week that I had neglected a thing so dear to my heart; poetry. Poetry was an essential part of my life-reading and writing-and I cannot remember the reason why I haven’t been reading or writing for almost a year?
A dear friend reminded me of the beauty and the magic of good poetry, and I decided to return to my Sylvia Plath poetry book and discover the new poets and poems I was introduced to. (Thank you for reminding me; it’s reasons like this that I cherish you in my life)
Also (2), I was awakened today by these sweet messages, and it made me happy (like everything he usually does). I haven’t felt happy reading complimentary messages for years that I thought I don’t care anymore if somebody said anything, but lately, I’m retouched by so many neglected emotions. I am back to appreciating messages like these:
