Skip to main content

Why do I write?



I have thoughts. Lots of thoughts. I like talking to people, but not all the time. I like seeing, hearing, and listening to people talk about their passions. Communicating with others is important to me. I guess after all, I am a social creature.

Writing is a way to immortalise my thoughts in some form. I think too fast. I think about too many things at the same time. I find it hard to focus. Writing helps me focus. Right now I'm focusing on just writing what I think about this particular subject, writing, is about.

I like reading other people's thoughts. More so if the person is talking about things that interest me. There are a lot of things that interest me. I like listening to music that isn't radio-friendly. I like taking photographs of sceneries. I like technology and gadgets.

I don't like conflict. And there's too many of that in the world right now. I do like discussion though. I like having a friendly debate. I like having my opinion changed with facts. I like being put back on the right road. I don't like being biased.



I like having what I believe in, challenged. That thought, the picture of perfection, being broken down because of a new piece of information. I do not like this post-fact world that everyone is going through right now. Feelings are more important than facts. That's unacceptable to me.

I write because I'd like to raise awareness about inequality. I believe that everyone has their own struggles and it doesn't usually matter what the perspective is by any other person, our own struggles are hard for us, and that's what's important. And because we have these struggles, it is ever more so important to be kind to one another. I strongly believe that a little bit of kindness can go a long way.

I'm writing in the hopes that some people in my life get to read it. It's been a while since I've talked to them, and I worry. I hope this gives them the nudge to reach out to me.

Last, but not the least, I write because I want to. It's one of the things that I want to do, and I get to do it in the way that I feel works for me.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

That one time I helped a NEET get a job in Japan

  The Grounds at St. Paul's Cathedral This is one of my favourite stories to tell about when I was a Work Coach at the local Jobcentre here in West London. It's interesting for me in several ways, and it's significantly one of the main reasons why I believe in being kind to others can result in the most positive change you can help influence in someone's life. This happened sometime around 2011-2012, around the time that the world was starting to rebound from the recession just a few years prior. I was working in a Jobcentre as a Work Coach. A Work Coach is someone who meets the unemployed and helps them secure opportunities that will eventually help them get back to full time employment. My "cohort" at the time was focused on 18-24 year olds who were unemployed for at least 13 weeks, or 3 months. Young adults, basically. I have met many interesting personalities, and it wasn't always pleasant.  There was a young lady who was kicked out of her parent'

Restarting this blog

  Autumn Monotone I took this photo back in November 2020. Me and the wife were doing one of our walks in the park. That day I decided to bring with me my camera. It's been a while since I used it. I was wondering what to write as my "first blog post" (again). But just like any journey, it all starts with a single step. This is my step. I have a lot to say, and I don't think I have enough time to lay it all out, but I digress. I tried capturing the mood of the day, the state of the weather, the season in full. Mostly, I tried to express what I was feeling that day. I think I was able to do so. To close off this blog post, here's a song that somewhat complements the photo. "Someone I (Don't) Know" Rapture

This is why I listen to metal

Metal has always been the light in the darkness for me I recently started a Spotify playlist, and I named it “This is why I listen to metal”. For the longest time, I’ve always found solace in listening to some of the loudest, complex, aggressive music, that humanity has ever produced. See, at a young age, I was exposed to a lot of people doing illegal drugs. During my pre-teen years, I discovered that I had an affinity for rock music. It wasn’t until I was in high school where I was exposed to the more harsher forms of music, under the guise of rock. The 90’s just started, grunge was all the rage, and catchy choruses was the lifeline I needed back then. I remember back then, I could not understand Slayer, nor appreciate the intensity at which they were playing. It wasn’t until a couple of decades later that I realised how chaotic my life was back then. But that’s another story for another time. I wasn’t a metalhead back then, not yet. I don’t think I ever expected to be one. The heavie