Today’s activities include a bamboo boat ride along Hoang Long River.🛶
Drizzling but business as usual.
I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked,
It broke my heart, I was so disappointed,
I had to force myself to make the ultimate change,
Never again, I promised myself. ❤️💚
Recently, I had gotten hold of a Malate Literary Folio issue from which the intro moved me. It goes --
Oftentimes, intentions are what thrust us to act. We may nonetheless find ourselves in circumstances that we did not will or choose for ourselves, akin to rain keeping us indoors and unmotivated. An overwhelming sensation that washes over us and renders us paralyzed amid it all. The difficulty then is how we hear what we are feeling but cannot express these sentiments. It is as if our own environment dampens what we need to say. The need to voice ourselves out; the need to be in motion.
That the voice is merely in the form of thoughts, without any sonic characteristic, which gives the impression of silence. But the necessity to create, out of all the confusion and jumbled ideas, acts as our impetus. In this sense, our voices become manifest. - Ninian Patrick Sayoc
Thus, I write. (2/2) #thoughts#writing#feels