Troubles

Dear Diary,

Today I’ve picked up my pen once again.  Usually, there are various reasons to which why I’m writing; when I’m happy, inspired, nervous & etc.

But today I’m writing because I’m upset.

I’m a wandering child ever since I’m borned to this world. I knew that since the age of 16 as wanderlust became part of my soul. I really love to take pictures and travel, couldn’t really get sick of that really.  Now a phase of life is about to move to the next,  and that is furthuring my eduxation – University. It has always been my dream to go overseas to study,  experience and explore how foreign lands are like. However I’ve got 2 problems before I can start on all that dream.

1. Am I good enough for what I think I’m capable of?
I brushed off this question without much thought when I’m 16. I had confidence and thought that with hard work and practice, I can land myself somewhere. But 5 years later, where I’m standing now, I’m beginning to doubt myself. Doubt myself not because I’m lazy, but rather there are so many much more talented people out there. It’s going to be really tough standing amongst the skyscrapers when I’m starting on a fresh new paper venturing to media.

2. Parents.
My parents won’t let me. Its pretty much a dead-end to be honest; Mum’s clutching me so tight and not wanting to let me go,  Dad says yes and decided maybe next time *which prolly wouldn’t happen. Gosh..

There has to be a way right? Being who I am,  and always been,  giving up isn’t something I’m good at if I really want something.

I’ll figure things out.

Words.

Speech. Thoughts. Emotions. Touch.

They appear in different mediums. Expressed in a million ways. A special moment different with time. Timeless are these words, as meanings are engraved into it. Like a ring put onto a new-wed’s finger, it is etched onto the heart. Connection is like magnetized poles, attracting and repelling society.  

 Words. Powerful they are, if you choose them wisely. Meaningful, if you put much thought into it. Reckless, if you lose your grip for it spreads like a wild forest fire. Words may be monotonous. Add emotion and feelings into it, and what you get is impact. A hard strong whack that sweeps you off your feet. 

Expressing words is what we do everyday. Communicating to people. Entertainment in music. Agressive action in arguments. I wonder, if you are a word, what would you be? 

 For me, it will be freedom. A bird with wings, flying high above the clouds, bringing me to new places that I’ve always dreamed of going. Soaring to greater heights, a new world would be discovered. The scent of foriegn land, thrill me with creativity of what my next adventure would be…

Till next time 🙂 

Piece of Mind

Sound. So soft and light.

Drifting in the wind, floating on a breeze.

Weak and bleak, disappear before you hear.

Echoes in resonance, pieces of puzzle.

What am I? I do not know. 

 

Stay calm, and you will hear me.

For raging emotions, drown me in sorrow.

When heart is still, you will know.

What am I? I do not know.

9th July 2015

 – a sound from the world

Do tell me your thoughts of this poem, and try guessing “What am I?”. I’m curious to know your takes on this piece! 😁

*Hint! It’s within you!*