the longest journey begins with a single step

I love reading and writing. 

Reading preserves my sanity.

Writing brings me healing.

“The greatest gift,” says Elizabeth Hardwick, “is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.”  I’m thankful to be bestowed such a gift. Aside from the benefit of gaining knowledge, it also gives me different perspective. It continuously develops my senses.  It stimulates my mind It widens my understanding of things. It creates a vast horizon for me to cross. It transports me from dimension to another. It nourishes my imagination. It calms my soul. Above all, reading temporarily stops me from nursing unwanted thoughts and emotions…thus, sustaining  my sobriety.

“There are two types of writers: those who make you think and those who make you dream” says Brian Aldiss. I dream to be both. And I think I have a long way to go to be even considered as a writer. At the moment, I’m content to be a blogger. Through blogging, I can liberate myself. I can well express emotions. I can convey my thoughts. That is more than enough for me. It prevents me from wallowing in anxiety. Instead of giving in to anger that will result to sinning, I write.