There are days when I don’t want to spend time coming up with eloquent words and classy sentences to embellish the posts that I write. I often forget that sometimes expression is as it always should be, the unedited form of words that you think off at that very moment. Without any additional thought or self editing, the emotions that form the words themselves are powerful as any complex prose or deep thoughtful words.
Despite what I say about how our writing brings out the best in us, I sometimes forget that the heart and soul of a personal blog is still…well…the heart and soul that makes us who we are. Passion isn’t dictated by our fancy words and our pretentious moments of thoughtfulness. It’s dictated by the raw feeling that drives us to do the things that we do. So for this post, I’m going to do just that.
I’m tired of trying to keep up with the words that on days make no more sense to me. I’m tried of trying to be better because I want to prove to others that being unique is just as satisfying as being part of the crowd. I’m tired of defending the right to be who I am.
I just want to be heard, and right now, I’m tired of fighting that fight as well.