It’s like my great desire to formulate a blog even though i would be chaotically in wonder if someone will crack an interest to ever glance it or read some few lines. Just like i’m pretty clueless how to start a blog, “LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL MESS”. It’s always a wonderful fact how behind awesome thing were disasters. When we commenced something new about life we really messed up before we can say “the best”. we cannot be beautiful at everything without messing something. and that’s where i thought my moniker came from.
If i were not a nurse, Journalism is my ultimate dream. But no matter what my calling in life is, writing will always be my passion. It makes me who i am. It is my form of reliever where i can let out my inner self that your naked eye cannot see.Singers scream out their thoughts through rhythm and lyrics, fast or slow. Dancers are swaying their emotions, soft and hard. Photographers captured pictures to define meaning of an object. Life is a pages of book. It comes empty until you write something of what life have you made.
I need to get my head straight. I’m uncertain who will ever crash my page but i want to open myself. I just want to share my world. Even if my grammars are bad or my photos are failed or even if i don’t make any sense at all. I just want to be me. I just want to be inspired. Life is how we make it and this is my parcel.
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