let’s dribble some words

Although I don't play ball, I kind of know that writing for me is like playing basketball.

You dribble the words in your mind, figuring the best way to put them; then when the bulbs light up, you go for the shot in hopes that you got the angles right and the force not too weak and not too strong, just enough to make the basket.

But writing is playing with and against only yourself really. You drive past your insecurities, your ignorance, your boastful tendencies, and the evils that writhe just inside you to bring that wonderful shot to reality.

And why do I play? Like most sports, writing is some way to release those boiling emotions and negative energies that if contained will corode us from inside. But it's also a way of radiating optimism and showcasing our peculiar insanities that keep us within the 'human spectrum'.

However, sometimes we fail to earn the world's appreciation that that fragment of our soul materialized in words is left in oblivion. An object of neglect. So only those who deeply love this craft will go on with it.

So my love for writing is something I have to prove until the end of my days.