The thing about personal blogging is that your best works often come when you’re knee deep in emotion and whatever you pound onto the screen is as truthful and natural as a snapshot of nature itself.
The thing about work is that you often have to put your emotions aside to do them lest they mess up whatever you’re doing and at the end of it produce something that would have been better off not starting in the first place.
The thing about emotions is that if you don’t feed them, they either go away or just subsided enough that whatever you felt in the first place is right under the surface, never the same and never enough for you to act on them because it would seem silly to.
I know I definitely had something to say yesterday, but today it just seems like a complete waste of time to rant about something has hidden away with the complete regurgitation of thought and memory. The downside to writing your own thoughts is that when you have the time to write them, they usually aren’t there. When you really have the passion to write about it, more often than not, you’re in no position to let it all out.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to put it all down when I’m angry enough to do so. This thought will never go away, neither will it ever be resolved as far as the winds blow. Either way, it’s another story to be told at another moment. In the mean time, there are always the fillers and even they have their moments of pointlessness. Even if they are good tales to be shared around the warm glow of the screen.