THE ART OF WRITING
Writing is an art I enjoy. when I write I can connect with myself, ask questions, address issues. In general I can feel free. could this be because human nature craves freedom? i do not know.. the simple art of writing that which the mouth cannot speak, the lack of consciousness...writing is a great way to embrace freedom. Have I suddenly formed a great hobby out of writing because it makes me feel freer than speaking? I do not know, as I have often been refered to as an outspoken person. What I know is that, there is so much freedom in writing.
Unlike spoken words messages conveyed by a piece of writing are difficult to misinterpret. They are straight to the point, as you read them...you can almost hear the voice of the the writer...the words guide you to the aims, goals and allows you to commune with the writer, simply by reading and understanding what has been written...you sail along with the writer...you can hear the piece speaking... This is where the human mind comes in,working things out as it goes along.
Writing, is a great way to communicate with anyone. It is a speech, not spoken yet with great strength and substance, it knows no boundaries...it's true freedom. Futhermore, written words have proved to have their own ‘legs’ and ‘wings’, they can walk, run and fly, and they can be ageless too.
I urge everyone to write, start with a sentence everyday, read it tommorow and you have written history.
The people and the places: All natures own
Those people who make places what they are...different they may be, yet, in one accord. In one stride they strive to make things realities. The beauty of places were formed through the thought of their minds, through the love of their hearts, through the great art of inspirations...through aspirations which turned into actions.
Then nature adds its own just by being nature,just the way they were made.
Nature which remains the way it has always been. The rain falls when it deems fit and the sun shines when it thinks its right. Those mountains that stand still to watch everyone day and night, that mountain that carries everyone that dares to climb.
The trees that grow from a single seed into a shade..those trees that feed us, those we learn from, clothe from and those we sleep on...the flowers that blossom in whatever colours it wants and the earth that accomodates everything that is thrown on her. The waters that keeps us all...The air that we never see yet feel and 'lung' for yes.. that air...
The birds that fly with tiny wings in mid air, why are they the only animals that fly?...i do not know they are just made special with feathers and live a fast life....just maybe their hearts have less weight ...
The clouds that move to direction we know not....
The people of different designs,different shapes and sizes, different colours and contours, different reactions,different thoughts...
Ode to the creator of them all the greatest designer...
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