Why do you write?

Sometimes I write for an audience, sometimes I write to record my achievements to reminiscence in the future, sometimes, to shock, sometimes to make others feel, sometimes I write to sort out my life and sometimes, just sometimes, I write to express my bottled up feelings.

The truth of the whole world is, that if someone has you on their mind, they’d take the initiative to contact you. No excuses.

The one thing that counted the most in a conversation for me, is who initiated it. As years progress, the content has grow less important compared to the intention of the contact.

The rule of communication in “THE RULE” back in the teenager days probablly says 2 or 1 phone call = 1 phone call back. I have grown beyond the rule, but why is it still true?

Because you feel like a sick puppy begging for someone’s attention if you keep on calling and calling and calling. You’d wonder, how come you are the one who’s always calling.

My work is getting more and more hectic. June will probablly be the biggest uncertainty in my career on what will happen next. More expectations, responsibilities, leaving of our leader, seperating of the team, changing of location, money problems, friends, honour and my promises to others that I have to break. All balanced on a tip called me.

But sitting here with my warm coffee in hand, watching the steam ondulate to the airflow’s carress, I feel oddly at home with the situatoin. I feel like a veteran who’ve thrown away his worries of death and left behind the dreams of the future in exchange for peace of heart in the present.