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What can I say? Practice is the best medicine for writers? Whether I yearn for rhythmic thumbs syndrome or if the writing bug has bitten me too many times, I have noticed that growing as a writer takes a lot of practice, so much practice that it may drive me crazy. OK, maybe this is not terribly false, because let's face it, it's me we are talking about here. Case in point I am an imperfect, flawed writer, but my compassion for this art delves deep, so deep it rumbles the ground like a subtle earthquake. The secret that I can share with other people who aspire to write their hearts out is to write continuously, always continue on your account. Meanwhile, if you do feel discouraged about your future endeavors as a writer, do not fret because someone tells you that you cannot do it. You can always do more to prove to yourself that you hold value as a writer. Now does this sort of advice help you? Well, I hope so because you have more talent than you perceive of yourself. 

To begin, I have some disappointing news that recently happened. I have decided to take an indefinite and undetermined break from Instagram. Lately I have noticed abnormalities in my mood and mental health that has become inevitable. It pains for me to discontinue use of Instagram at this time, all because of the activities from Instagram, and because I am not strong enough (mentally) to cope with the hardships. I am not able to handle this pressure anymore. For that, I am sorry to disappoint my Internet friends, real-life friends, and some family members by my departure. There are too many thoughts in my head -- ones that are particularly terrifying -- that make me feel really unhealthy to handle the incessant and insurmountable information on Instagram. So, with that in mind, I cannot give a definitive answer about whether I will return onto the social media platform. 

Needy…seeking the love you want Patronizing the hearts you stole Manipulating the souls you protected Heartbreaker Temper rises, ears inflamed all around Seeking the souls you broke  Destroying the lives you stole Heartbreaker Stealing the innocence one will lose forever Damaging the fabric of the embrace Disapproving the love you used to share Heartbreaker

Just to start things off, does it ever make you wonder why laughter is contagious? There are several reasons that many people can conclude by their assessments. Well, I can think of a few possibilities: the sound/inflection — sometimes the sound of laughter really can cause a reaction across a crowd of silence; the joke delivery — now for a joke delivery it really depends on the timing and the intention of it; and, most importantly, the speaker who conveys the humor. In fact, these reasons may be on point…OK, maybe not because let us face it, humor is something difficult to portray whenever we live in times of uncertainty, where we expect so much from someone delivering humor or subtle shade if you interpret it differently.    Whenever I hear the sound of laughter I feel a sense of liveliness and uplift, it is as if a slight euphoria occurs to me. From an obvious standpoint, everybody has their unique sound of laughter: some sound like chuckles, some s...

An original poem I wrote on Saturday, May 9, 2015, that I am sharing from my journal. Note: This poem is dedicated to people who give and thrive in life while giving. Sacrifice a lot and expect nothing In return realize your worth Do not let others act condescendingly  Give in light of their ungratefulness  Ungratefulness shall sink -- too much weight, too dense Give to others and enrich oneself Oneself is worthy to feel content Live happily with ease, expect nothing In return you realize giving is worth your life  Life is fulfilled and enriched with purpose

An original poem written on Sunday, May 17, 2015, that I'm sharing from my journal. Thoughts recycle through the brain -- on repeat There is no end...rumination Mind runs restless every second Life is on repeat...rumination Decisions make or break us We grow from our choices  Think with openness and pause Mind is not on repeat...no rumination

Flawed -- Original poem Embrace the imperfections, as you have inflicted many Never forget the pain they gave you Endure the pain to embrace the strength You are flawed Know you're different Know you're loved You are lovable You can love Know you'll you'll mess up while you're in love Imperfections are what compose of you You are flawed You are worthy You are silly You are scarred Strength and fight flows in your blood You are gracious and effervescent You are persistent You are stubborn You are flawed Imperfections are what compose of you