Tuesday, May 18
An Exploratory Art
So...I think…it is time…for me to blog. I think I'll call it...therapy. A way to clear my head of the random of things that constantly run in and out and around and through it. The constant updating of my facebook status has been getting… little out of hand. What I really want is not to make a quick mention of life and what it is at a given and usually random moment, but to tell a story of life. Not necessarily of my life, but simply my view of it with some documentation and commentary on the things I find myself doing and enjoying. And maybe, possibly, selfishly, through sharing stories, find that the world is not quite as insane and isolated as it usually feels with my self in it from behind this metal and plastic box in front of me. If you should choose to indulge me in this experiment, be forewarned. I have a firm and clear belief that what comes out of one's mind onto a page should be the most honest extension of themselves. I am incapable of telling a lie in written words. I have a hard time even watering things down a bit, which has on occasion gotten me in some trouble. Often I am overly emotional in writing as well as in life, and I usually find that irrationality is one of the most enjoyable parts of being human. I do not always know who I am at a given moment. Writing for me is nothing more or less than the exploratory art of figuring that out. It's a matter of putting some words on a page, mixing them up a bit, changing a few words, and then standing back to see if it feels true. I make no excuses for being who I am. I won't be doing this for an audience. This is an experiment in being myself and in believing that being who I am is okay. The End.
by Andrea K. H. Agüin at 1:48 AM
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