When I’m down

Sometimes I feel that I’m loosing it, I feel that I’m drowning so deep in my fears. I just want to escape. I start to ask questions. What is reason I’m putting myself through this?  Why should I be different? Why should I pursuit my dreams while others are, or at least seem, happy in settling down?

Sometimes a day comes and I just want to stop thinking and planning my dreams. But at the same time the things that keep making me a HUMAN are that same dreams, my ability to choose my life and how to live it. If anything else fail at least I have my dreams that how I see things. Even if sometimes I freak out or rest a little down this journey, I know deep down that this is MY righteous road.

So to get some encouragement I remind myself that the result is not that important. Well a little I’m not going to lie, but at least it is not my first priority. The crucial point here is the journey and making choices that I want. There will be no regrets in the future. I choose every step of the way, I choose the direction.

So my friend if you have a dream follow it start today start now. To cheer yourself up just imagine yourself doing what you love and you will magically feel better. By the way the regrets for not starting earlier are worse than the fear of failure. Trust me I’m an expert on that matter.

 

Talk to you next post. (I hope)

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Stronger (FFfAW – Week of 07-29-2015)

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Thank you Etol bagam for the photo!

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With closed eyes I let the wind to push me its way. The water spray from the cascade washed my face. the cold  weather made me the only visitor in the bridge that day. A dreadful sensation in my arm broke my serenity. I remembered, it was the same nasty feeling that I’m running from. As always, in public he was smiling then the private session of beating will follow. I wanted to shout but my voice betrayed me. I tried to pull my arm away but he only kept smiling and shocking my hand. I fought like never before. the look changed in his face, I was tougher this time. The wind became stronger and helped me to push him over the bridge.  He clasped my hand, begged for help. Without hesitation, I grabbed my shoe, stab his hand with the heel. He screamed as he was falling. This sight gave me a taste of justice I longed for.

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Barrel of Monkeys

i just loved it

Life is too short to drink bad wine

This spectacular photo is kindly offered as a prompt by Etol Bagam for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. I hope you enjoy the 175 word long…

Barrel of Monkeys

“Where are the danger twins?” fretted mother suddenly realising that they were not on the bridge.

Really those two were most exasperating. 

“Tut tut tut!” said Great Aunt Eunice, adjusting her monocle and peering toward the top of the waterfall.

“Husband! The spyglass!” ordered Grandmamma Lowenbrau. Grandpappa obediently found the object in Grandmamma’s capacious handbag that he always carried to save her the trouble.

Adjusting the lens, Grandmamma spotted a barrel tottering on the edge of the waterfall. She also spotted two identical tousled heads poking out from the top.

At that moment the barrel went over the edge…

Fortunately a unicyclist who had been riding a tightrope across the falls in an attempt to beat a world record…

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Finally

My first blog post finally after I don’t know when I’m posting it.

Well I just finished yesterday the raw draft not the first, “the RAW ” (far from the first) draft of my first book and I love it. (Both the fact and the book). It needs a lot of work yet, but let’s celebrate this first.

After a good night sleep, I realized that, well the final scene is good BUT… the main “ingredient” is missing. There are some big holes in the final battle that need some precision. Who is doing what,  how they did get to this point and many other questions.

But one step at the time Right? Every thing is going to be fine. YeaaaaY. Fighting (for Kdrama fan).

As always when I get excited about writing I decided to work on two more books at the same time.

But wait let’s not rush things or… why not after all writing is what makes me happy so let’s write more.

Talk to you next post. Hope I don’t freak out and it will be soon.