Protective Headgear Recommended....

Yeah it's reading week! My first in 3 years of university! But the ironic thing here is that instead of reading, which is what people are supposed to do during reading week, here I am all pretentious and what not writing.

I admit I haven't written a lot lately but have you noticed the amount of posts in which I've said generally that I love writing? Yes there were a LOT! Some might say this won't hold any truth towards such statement, but if you can still deny that I have a passion of writing you might have failed to connect the dots. The dots that I talk about is that I still admit that I love writing as the times pass. I like to think that those dots, those two points are not that special to me. The most special thing to me is the line connecting those two dots. However, straight or curvy that line is, the ups, the downs, the hesitant line, the break etc - it can form something that those two dots can individually: a shape.

My line has not been perfectly straight. It's had it's ups and downs, those hesitant breaks, those blanks and just some lazy lines. But as of now, I am not worried about the imperfection of my line. However imperfect my line is, I know and have faith in the idea that it will eventually lead to the destined dot. I know and truly believe now that my line, or anyone else's, is meant to be imperfect. Imperfection brings authenticity and unique-ness. No two lines are the same, not their length, not their shape, not even their position. So there is no imperfection, but just difference.

But the line does not stop there. Once you reach that point, there will be other points to approach, so another shape is formed and it carries on creating shapes of varying sizes and directions. So the cycle repeats itself until a completed shell is created or until the ink runs out and no more lines can be drawn.

Now, if you were to still argue that my passion for writing has waned, you might not have read the post properly. You might not have absorbed the thoughts that I have shared. You might not have noticed that I have just written something out of nothing. Something that may not be of great value to you but is immensely precious to me. Because caring is important.

Just remember the journey and keep it real.

"My, Beirut is fantastic!" *Beirut was playing in the background*