I don’t usually have so many drafts of entries floating around, waiting for me to work on them. But it seems that as of late, I can’t quite pull myself through to write a post in its entirety. There is always something incomplete that I find about each piece, whether in its writing, its conception, or its message.
There are the moments where I find myself to be in a spurt of producing ideas – eager to list them on my phone, saving them for later when I can wholly dedicate myself to writing them out. But those moments are far and few between as of late. When I do find those scarce moments, though, I come to realize that these birthed ideas which seemed so fresh, so fleshed out, are in fact rather nascent.
It’s not that I don’t want to work on these ideas, but everything seems to come to a halt when I struggle with the re-routing of the flow of my words and re-working my idea to fit with the words. In some respects, one can say that I’m struggling, but not in a way that I used to, where I was wrought with the process of drawing out words and experiences out from myself, but rather, in a way that is new and somewhat refreshing – a way in which I am going a little beyond the things I used to say.
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