“Not all who wander are aimless. Especially not those who seek truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond the image.” – “Mona Lisa Smile”
Ever since I started looking for a new job and then found one, I haven’t written a blog post. Do I not have any time? No, that’s not really it. Do I lack inspiration or motivation because most jobs suck out your soul? Actually, no. I finally found a job that has meaning, what I’ve always wanted, and I love my job. Perhaps writing a blog seems a bit prosaic to me since I found something with great meaning? I don’t think that’s it either. I cherish writing, and it seems to not matter what I’m writing exactly, I still enjoy it to some degree. I find writing/typing very therapeutic and interesting. I actually have sort of an obsession with words if you ask me. English has always held a potent allure for me.
What is it then? For the past 3 months, I’ve dabbled in pondering this. Now, I’ve decided to give it another go instead of wondering, just self-administering a faint nudge. You don’t ever want to push yourself too much, I do believe in writing being as natural as possible when carried out. I almost convinced myself to write about the Adrian Peterson issue, how I feel that spanking your child with your hand or an item should be the last resort after attempting as many peaceful approaches as possible, how it should still be considered, that sometimes body parts just get in the way when there is struggle- sometimes resulting in an unintended mark which I even recall in my own memories, that a lot of people are being too harsh.
Though, I think doing a thorough sweep on the subject to be uninteresting at this point. Adrian Peterson’s issue became a tired one once the chilled sunrise of yesterday cast its light on my balcony. So, I’ll just leave my post like this with a dash of mystery and a ton of genuineness. Have I mentioned that I find the word “genuineness” a bit uncomfortable? Well, there you have it. Have a nice week! God Bless!