A friend convinced me that writing offered a theraputic sanctuary. I took up the advice and have been writing ever since. I wont use this as a platform to force my beliefs on anyone but to offer a glimpse into what I think or feel these days. What I write has various origins. Sometimes it might pertain to the events right now and sometimes they are things I’ve experienced from being empathetic to other’s perspectives.
There is no premise to these posts. They are just me being me. I’m a confident person, constantly trying to get better at everything I do. These posts offer me a way to vent or express myself to more than the lines of my notebook, but to you my peers, friends,and loved ones. I am not here to draw any specific attention to myself or drown in a lyrical bath of self-loathing. If I write something sad, I need no consolation. If I write something happy; I am not boasting. I write for the pure enjoyment of finding a way to express a value or sentiment in a way that hasn’t been done before.
Lastly, this whole effort is dedicated to my late uncle, Alfonso Lopez, who met his end prematurely, but inspired me in so many ways. I still feel your vibe today, nene.
I hope you enjoy,
Peace & Love.
And who’s the friend who told you to get a blog? That’s right. Me. Best of luck with it!
I am well aware that you do not know me, and the chance of us ever crossing paths throughout our lives is very slim. Considering that I will likely never have a face to face conversation with you, I am leaving you this comment to say, “thank you”. I came across your blog about a week ago by complete chance. Your writing possesses an essence of rawness and honestly; two particular elements that most of the world seems to be lacking. You convey your thoughts and views about the world in a way that elicits a feeling of equality, instead of a feeling of arrogance. Many writers write in a condescending manner; talking down to the reader, as if the reader’s view of the world is somehow less profound than their own. I felt as though your writing spoke with me, instead of down to me. Your writing has completely moved me. It has motivated me to share my own writing, which has been a secret hobby of mine for years, tucked away in numerous journals hidden within my closet. And for this, I am eternally grateful, Thank you.
It’s amazing to me that any sentence or blurb I ever put down moved someone. Reading this comment has given me inspiration to do what I’ve always done. I write because it makes sense to me, and in the solidarity of the rhythmic sound of the keys being pressed I find solitude. Your comment has moved me and I will never stare at my words the same, that is not to say I take it for granted but I feel I have contributed something. Thank you. Thank you.