Saturday, August 27, 2011

To write.

I don't know why I always crave writing before I'm going to sleep maybe because the whole day come rushing into my mind at such a moment but I stopped writing while ago, not even my dairy, the inspiration was gone, I couldn't even see the thin rope to pull the inspiration boat back in, I was stunned when I found the 3 chapter I wrote for a book of mine, I completely forgot about it, the first and the only one. but greatly I've met recently inspirational people that I can barely sense the rope quite close.

Go read this

"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead."

— Joss Whedon