酷我-北美枫

[星子]

Sometimes I need to write to clear up my mind. Like now I know he is waiting for me and I wonder if I should join him soon. I could choose the easy and comfortable way to make our life easy and happy, yet before my PC, I slide myself into writing.
I feel writing is another world or another life of me. I could be free there, as Ning says.
There I am myself, I am the creator. In a real life, I play my roles: wife, mother then myself.
Most time, I should say I am content. But that only fills part of me, who am I and what do I want? I am not sure yet. Ning says people like me are hard to be ordinary. But what is the ordinary? I never dare to forget the reality, but I wish to live alive and live more meaningful. I cannot resist feeling bored about the same pattern each day, though I know that is life. Writing is a tunnel for me to breathe the fresh air and to embrace my dreams. Writing also becomes my meditation. Through it I can feel the changes inside me. I can feel the peace there. Thus I know what I treasure. I continue writing and write to gain and write to let go. After day by day’s practice, soon I could confront myself and write to my heart. Friends tell me to write bravely, fake or true, not to worry, just write. I guess I should take their advice.
Right now the hinder of my hesitation blocks me to bring the whole story out. Now it may be the time to uncover the life.

<<Life on the Edge>>
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[[ANNA]]

Sometimes I need to write to clear up my mind. Like now I know he is waiting for me and I wonder if I should join him soon. I could choose the easy and comfortable way to make our life easy and happy, yet before my PC, I slide myself into writing.
I feel writing is another world or another life of me. I could be free there, as Ning says.
There I am myself, I am the creator. In a real life, I play my roles: wife, mother then myself.
Most time, I should say I am content. But that only fills part of me, who am I and what do I want? I am not sure yet. Ning says people like me are hard to be ordinary. But what is the ordinary? I never dare to forget the reality, but I wish to live alive and live more meaningful. I cannot resist feeling bored about the same pattern each day, though I know that is life. Writing is a tunnel for me to breathe the fresh air and to embrace my dreams. Writing also becomes my meditation. Through it I can feel the changes inside me. I can feel the peace there. Thus I know what I treasure. I continue writing and write to gain and write to let go. After day by day’s practice, soon I could confront myself and write to my heart. Friends tell me to write bravely, fake or true, not to worry, just write. I guess I should take their advice.
Right now the hinder of my hesitation blocks me to bring the whole story out. Now it may be the time to uncover the life.

<<Life on the Edge>>
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[ericcoliu]

[[ericcoliu]]

[星子]

Hi Eric,

Thanks a lot,

I still had no clue about the novel. Still write like one person's thoughts.
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[[ANNA]]

Hi Eric,

Thanks a lot,

I still had no clue about the novel. Still write like one person's thoughts.
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