Speaking Out Loud

I like to write, in fact, I love it.

I found peace within it. But It’s quiet obvious I didn’t make it to the so called league. I guess, if I really wanted to, I could easily sit right at the back of the row.

At the end of the day, I still feel blessed that I am able to speak a few languages, although I may not be majoring in any of it except my mother language and a little bit of English, yet I survive. 

What made me mention about the languages is because, somehow it effects my writing. I know English is my Second language among three other languages. I know very well that my grammar can be quiet appalling and some of the sentences I’ve written doesn’t even make any sense. But hear me out, I’ve tried to be better, but occasionally I carelessly not giving any crap about it, however when I’m focus I often give it my all. 

On that note, I think as much as it’s hard to admit I am just one of those plain lazy people. I get to something, I took my time and bam I lost track of time and I got lost. But, sometimes, I make it through, I’d find another way since I do believe in multiple ways of solving  issues even though it looks like there’s  no other way to go.

I’m not even sure whether I’m going to make it if I was to stuck in a deserted Island…. 

Anyways, all in all I do have this passion towards writing. It doesn’t really matter what kind or style of writing because when I feel like writing, it could be as short as a quote or as long as a short story could go.

Perhaps, I could expand my horizon and go beyond my comfort zone.

Oh well…. in the end, I am just speaking out loud and perhaps one day my action could also speak as loud as my thoughts, even louder.