Some days, I can’t help but feeling like I’m on the precipice of something big; as if I’m on the verge of some great revelation. Other days, I feel like i’m helpless and floating along in a void with no end.
Even though today is a day of precipice…I can’t shake the lurking doubt that the void is the more accurate of the two…because, I’ve yet to reach any substantial revelation.
Tim A. Far.
nom de plume.
Sharpening my pen. One day, I will war with it. Until then...
Aspiring writer; whom believes he has not read and does not currently read, nearly enough to ensure the proper means for the pursuit of his aspiration's end.
Cheers, to exploring a potential inherent ability.
I have been educated...but, I believe it overrated.
The songs, written by our youth, stand testament to this notion in their endurance through time.
Will it be a text book? ...or, a popular song which generations to come will memorize line by line?
Maybe, I'll be just fine. Maybe, I'll do alright.
So, here's to the future.
Cheers to possibility.
...and, we shall drink to that notion all life's night.
[this blog is primarily posted from my phone. please forgive the excess of spelling and grammatical errors. thanks.]
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