I wrote this already on my journal on here, but I figure this would be a good place to put it as well: Sometimes I feel as though my life is where it should be and will always be. Although I don’t feel content with that statement. Who wants a life where it’s stable and content? When is anybody ever content? At times I wish I could escape, but what good would that do? I will eventually have to come back. But an escape is an escape and sometimes I think we all need one. However, I feel like that would just leave none to be desired. Sometimes I just wish I could sit in nice warm sand along the shoreline and watch the sunset. I don’t necessary have to be with anybody, but to feel that breeze and the warmth as the sun goes to sleep, I think that really can do the trick. Yet I live in farmland, so it’s hard to say when I could experience something like that, at least not anytime soon. I have been enjoying conversations with random people and wonder why I am not more sociable outside of the internet? Am I too scared of how I may be portray or the fact that maybe I’m just annoying person and don’t want to bother anybody with that, or me. Thoughts, dreams, memories, they all consist of one thing, me. However, not all of them are happy times or sad times. But to remember something or to think of something can be such a powerful thing that you get yourself so wrapped into it. Yet I find myself more worry about others than myself. Sure I see myself somewhat a part of it, but yet I would drop anything to make someone happy, when I have no idea how to make myself happy. I go through circles and phases of pretty much the same thing and I lead into nothing that is unfamiliar to me. Overall, I feel that I’m in this point in my life where everything is unsure and not sure what the next step will be. I think that is the most scared thing for me right now. Whether or not I am going to be happy with my life. I think I can be so concern about that, I forget to just live. I think that could be many people’s problems, we forget to really live. To live in the moment. We have so many concerns about so much that is going on in the world and in our own lives, we consume so much, there is no room for living. There is never a time or place where we can just stand and enjoy the presence. No, we think of the past and future. Who cares about the “Right Now”, because nobody ever does. We just continue thinking of the future and where we may lead, and the past in the mistakes we have chosen. It all works against the grain of life itself. Just live it and enjoy it. We all need to, sometimes, just live. Nothing more and nothing less. Just live life now.
Superb, dz, superb. First of all, I like the way you structured it. It is inviting for the eye to read. Sometimes people write in big, hefty, chunky paragraphs, which is alright for newspapers and books, since they have to economize on paper. The internet is a different medium altogether, however, and spreading text out a bit puts less strain on the reader's eye. The next thing I liked about your writing is that it doesn't apply any moral pressure on your reader to react, or decide in any specific way. Your text does the work, and the reader appreciates the environment you have created. Paragraph 2 stands out in terms of expressionism, and the artful way you describe the sea (and the freedom it so obviously means to you). You haven't used any particularly fanciful words which would render your text untruthful, or pompous. Well done. I think that there is talent in you, dz, and that within a short space of time, we might be learning from "you" a thing or two about writing.
He probably just fancies you, When you say you cant experience the sea because you live on farmland, you do realise that some farmland actually is on the coast. That bit doesnt add up, perhaps you coiuld say "I live on an inland farm" Other than that its ok but not very exciting. There were no gangland murders in the first paragraph so I was a bit bored
She is cute, but I'm probably too young for her. What kind of farms do you know that are on the coast, Ronald? Sand doesn't make good plantations.
My next work will probably be erotica, but it will be very explicit. It will be enough to make Norman Mailer blush. It will be enough to raise Henry Miller from the grave (somewhere above Big Sur, rest his soul). However, dylanzeppelin, I'm going to need help gathering material. Write what you know, et cetera, et cetera...
