From here on, the idea is to go with the flow. It is tempting to be in isolation but I don't think it is necessary.
All I need to do is imagine that I have a plot of real estate in Cyberspace; much like a cafe and I am serving my own local flavor of coffee to a few regular patrons.
My real estate in this case is pretty *demo[g]ratic (democratic).
* Yup, it is [] (a) boutique instead of a department store.
As long as I don't worry about what people think, I am one happy sailor.
Well, here is my contentment; I am a writer. As a writer, I simply write.
Personally, I just want to live my own fantasy.
Until the time comes for me to run, run, and run, I just write, write, and write.
The idea is to hold on to what I believe in until it becomes a physical reality. My thoughts manifest themselves physically through my writings.
Rightfully, as long as I keep on writing, my consciousness keeps on expanding.
So I don't need approval from others to live my life.
As long as I have the knack to write, I am living in an expanded universe.
All the past entries are the products of my consciousness. Therefore if nothing else happens, sufficient that I harness such imaginations.
Therefore, the best-case scenario is what I imagine is real. The worst-case scenario is, I am just another Don Quixote.
Do I get to choose?
Definitely. I can choose to accept or reject those imaginations. However, it is worthy to note that whatever I imagine is already real provided I believe in it.
Thus, *I'[m] (I'll) write to you even if I am writing to an audience of one.
* What will I do without you, Sarah?
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