Cerebral combustion
Animal musings
A leopard cannot change its spots. A writer definitely do not retire, nor perish, because no matter how frantic or preoccupied he is -- despite literally not writing -- the mind can easily become restless and agitated over facts, events, conditions and reality which amidst the pandemonium he is destined to offer deliberate opinion for boon or bane. And so I am reviving this column for good, after what seemed like a decade of temporary retreat. I can finally have my own precious time specially allotted for this after having my hands full in the past months trying to be a superwoman and a quiet workspace complete with fast and reliable internet connection.
Metaphorically speaking, I look forward to hearing myself in silence and find my own wisdom there. I can write and write forever. To me it's not so much a therapy but a vindication of an unapologetic observation transformed into a manifestation of unceasing stimulation and constant inspiration. Yes, inspiration. With the occurrence of random chaos and turmoil, writing can often detach an individual towards an obliging devoutness for truth and fervor. A result of which often becomes a public secret sanctuary freely available for everybody's domain of sensitivity to nod or say excuse my "French" and oppose.
The mind should be the first important organ, which I believe. I pray you listen to what it says and contemplate. Believe and say something, be a part of this whole communication thing going around the universe. On my part, as a mother, daughter, Filipino (stress intended) citizen, wife, entrepreneur -- the conversation happens in my fingers. I talk to myself, often trying to find the balance between all the participating organs that keenly functions. And the feedbacks, of course, I would feel inadequate without them. Some may be out of fancy, intentionally targeting my personal subsistence, nonetheless I cracked one mind open and I am more than pleased.
And so I hope I can crack more minds. And be leopards with spots for good. Exchange ideas not altercate. Meanwhile, enjoy the interval. Have a blessed day!
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make. ~Truman Capote, McCall's, November 1967
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