Day: June 2, 2015

Writing is a solitary enterprise and that, overall, suits me just fine. After a day at work surrounded by other people, love them though I may, I long for some time alone where I can think, reflect, and just be without interruption or diversion.

To be a writer is to selflessly shed the blood of one’s most intimate thoughts and feelings, along with otherwise underutilized charm and wit, only to, for the most part, suffer the subtle rejection of silence. It is to always be on the verge of the unknown, to throw out ideas and not to know where they may land.

Reading too is a solitary endeavor. Readers sit in blessed silence, submerging themselves into another world that opens them up — intellectually, spiritually, and emotionally — and enlivens them. It makes their daily existence in the tangible material world even more meaningful as the two worlds become…

In this emotional piece by Daysha Edewi, she speaks of a lifetime of bodyshaming and racial implications behind it, in the context of her relationship with her mother.

Life Doesn’t Stop Here

You must keep an open mind

But a distanced heart

The last thing you need is a relationship

That pulls your soul apart

What happens in your life

Depends on what you choose to do

But I keep making the same mistakes

It feels like deja vu

But I need to keep moving along

To life’s never ending song

Though time will never end

Our faults we can mend

And our futures

We can alter and bend

As long as we can live and comprehend

That life moves on

So to do the same we must

In ourselves we need to trust

The moment we stay in the past

We begin to rust

But I say move on!

And shake off that dust

There’s still life to live friend

So as long as you’re alive

There will be hope til the end

We’re responsive creatures, always yearning for some kind of carnal or spiritual fulfillment. So many of our conversations are dedicated to that one question: What makes us feel alive? For me it’s neither people nor adventures. It’s the shapes and colors that make up a city I love.

When I took a semester off in Cali, all I could think about was how much I missed NYC and how exciting it would be to blog about college life there. But four months after I returned to NYU I’ve only written four posts on my adventures here in the Big Apple. Ostensibly it’s because I just haven’t had the time. In reality it’s because I’ve kind of lost confidence in my writing. I don’t think I’ll ever be as good a writer as I would like to be, and I certainly don’t think I’m good enough to capture the sense of wonder I feel every time…

STEPPING AWAY

When I step away
from Life’s daily chaos,
I can see more clearly
with my eyes closed
and my mind open.

(c) barbara kausteklis 6-2-15