Have you ever had that urge to do something new and exciting, but it seems that the entire universe is simply conspiring against you? Every obstacle becomes inhibiting. No matter how hard, or how many times you try to get back on track, things just don't seem to be working out. Over and over, this happens, until you simply give up and don't care anymore.
Well that's a summary of what I've been going through for the past year and a half. After making the grave mistake of deleting my previous blog (wiping it off the face of this earth), I regretted not having this platform to vent anymore. Slowly, a whisper began in the back of my head. "You must write again," it said. "You must post again, even if it's to tell the tales of a tedious, tiresome routine of being a Med student." "You must not keep all the strange flavours of words to yourself, you selfish little girl." "Be empowered. Forget the past, and begin again!" They were soon screams, and commands that would not be ignored. And while I have not yet started back on the path of being a full time aspiring writer, I have decided to piece together a nest of twigs where I can store all the scattered tidbits of poetry and short stories I've worked on.
Maybe you, the one reading this right now, will find something worthwhile and be inspired to break your own chains. To reach greater heights after having learnt not only how to fly, but also how to fall and rise up. Once again, Be Empowered! Fix things while you can. Who knows where tommorow will take you. You were lucky enough to get today so don't waste it. I understand that after too much dawdling. Suddenly, the universe is innocent and alluring like before. Just as I like it.
So in honour of Coffee, Ink, and Blood Part 1, this is Turity cutting the ribbon to CIB Resurrected.
Well that's a summary of what I've been going through for the past year and a half. After making the grave mistake of deleting my previous blog (wiping it off the face of this earth), I regretted not having this platform to vent anymore. Slowly, a whisper began in the back of my head. "You must write again," it said. "You must post again, even if it's to tell the tales of a tedious, tiresome routine of being a Med student." "You must not keep all the strange flavours of words to yourself, you selfish little girl." "Be empowered. Forget the past, and begin again!" They were soon screams, and commands that would not be ignored. And while I have not yet started back on the path of being a full time aspiring writer, I have decided to piece together a nest of twigs where I can store all the scattered tidbits of poetry and short stories I've worked on.
Maybe you, the one reading this right now, will find something worthwhile and be inspired to break your own chains. To reach greater heights after having learnt not only how to fly, but also how to fall and rise up. Once again, Be Empowered! Fix things while you can. Who knows where tommorow will take you. You were lucky enough to get today so don't waste it. I understand that after too much dawdling. Suddenly, the universe is innocent and alluring like before. Just as I like it.
So in honour of Coffee, Ink, and Blood Part 1, this is Turity cutting the ribbon to CIB Resurrected.
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