Pick up a Pen & Put it on a Paper

Writing journal entries was a habit of mine. In fact, I used to do it on a daily basis that it’s almost difficult for me to sleep at night and end the day without having written about my thoughts and experiences in my journal. I loved how writing makes me recognize my thoughts and my feelings.


(credits to the owner of this photo, who I don’t, know coz I just randomly grabbed it)

You see, nowadays, we just tend to go on with our daily struggles and deal with different kinds of situations without noticing how much each of them may have affected us internally. We are so used to just push aside whatever negative emotions we have like fears, anxiety, apprehensions and sadness because that’s what people around us expect for us to do; they expect to always see us on the best version of ourselves. Why? Let’s admit it, life per se is hard enough for all of us. So, we would feel like we need to keep our problems to ourselves because we can’t burden others anymore when, in fact, they’re dealing with so much bullshit by themselves already (FOR THOSE  WHO THINK LIKE THIS, THIS IS NOT TRUE AT ALL- ANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ARE ALWAYS VALID SO DON’T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF).

In reality, we can’t even share about those things anymore for the fear of being judged and called immature, overly dramatic and emotional. So, instead of acknowledging them, we choose to ignore them and just live without really feeling alive, but, for me, that’s not good at all. If I simply ignore my thoughts and feelings, I know that I’m not being fair to myself. It’s not healthy if I just let the emotions eat me, and I can’t bear the thought of letting the negativity swallow my entire being, slowly killing my heart and my soul until it can no longer feel anything. I’m not a therapist or a psychologist nor am I a professional specializing in this kind of field, but I know for a fact that it’s not healthy to keep  things to yourself, especially not those things that constantly bug your mind and tend to put you in a state of anxiety, depression, and self-depreciation.

Acknowledge the fact that you are feeling sad, anxious, lonely, etc., but never succumb to these emotions. Let it all out. If you feel a bit insecure and uncomfortable of sharing it to others, then you can always get your pen and write it all out on a paper.

I did say that writing WAS my habit. Well, it still is, but not as much as it used to be. Does that make sense? I mean I just didn’t write as much as I used to before. It’s been a while since I ever had that feeling of needing to constantly grab my pen and journal notebook. Maybe it’s because of what I said in the previous paragraph that we tend to neglect our own thoughts and feelings because we’re too consumed on what we’re going through  like our careers and jobs, perhaps. No matter what we do though, there will always be some sort of stressors that may come along the way,  and we can’t just shut it out of our system and ignore it because, believe me, in the long run it will eventually take its toll on us and all the pent-up feelings  will come bursting; when that time comes, I just know it will be ugly. So, just for some sort of damage control or an alternative outlet to release stress or repressed feelings, I take the pleasure of pouring out everything through writing.

Writing journal or writing in general, for me, is fun. Just like listening to music or reading a good book, it takes me to a different place, somehow, but at the same time it also keeps me grounded and aware of how I truly, deeply feel.


The Quiet Joy of Mindfulness

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Mindful imageEvery day we have so many things to do and so many tasks and goals to complete that it can be difficult to be mindful, to be aware of what we are doing and how we are doing it, to be present and awake, to attend to our own existence, to let ourselves be enveloped by the here, by the now, by the moment we are living in, which is the most valuable thing we can ever have. But being mindful is essential to reaching the depths of who we are.

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Roommate Wanted!!

Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth

I’m looking for a roommate,
Not looking for a friend,
I can’t find anybody,
I’m reaching my wit’s end.

The last roommate I had,
I didn’t see too often,
She liked to hang upside down,
And sleep in a coffin.

The one I had before that,
She liked to stay up late,
And tell me the insipid,
Details of her dates.

And one had 90 cats,
And one that never cleaned,
And one that never paid the rent,
And one was downright mean.

I’m looking for a roommate,
Is it too much to assume,
There are any normal people,
Looking for a room.


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My words sound better coming from my hands than from my mouth: perks of being a wallflower.