Some of us write, and very well too. Others write but feel they can do better. Yet others want to write but believe they can’t.
I reckon all of us are natural-born authors.
All of us started writing our journals of Life long before we even became aware of Life. Our journals transcend pen and paper —-
Our journals are written by our every thought, word and action — and more
We are all masters of our Craft —
We all produce masterpieces —
Our Journal of Life
Eric really missed reading your work…guess I didn’t want a cure from the Eric-virus..tee hee…it’s funny how many comment posts in which we claim that another blogger is such a great writer (and they are!) only that we have to keep on improving…yet that is their same thought…
I just got back after reading a couple of your posts – left a comment in your poem “Realization Scoffs”. Perhaps not quite up to your intentions…but
Glad to have you visit and comment – hope to see more of you.
Some journals may be interesting, some boring, some can be produced for others to learn and remember while some are just forgotten. But regardless which category it belongs, every journal has effect and influence on another – that is the inevitable cycle of life because we are not alone.
Pearls of wisdom indeed, dear Jasey.
We are never alone but all form parts of the Great Jigsaw Puzzle
Luv and hugz,
“All of us started writing our journals of Life long before we even became aware of Life.” If I may, I think I can count myself here.
That’s wonderful – please count yourself in.
But the fact that you said this, makes me think and it gives me new insights into your thinking. Beautiful, what you said 🙂
And it all depends on us how beautifully we write the journal of our life,with fear or courage,with rights or wrongs ,with more coloured inks of just black and white. It was a great thought Eric!
Your comment shows the beginnings of a poem – you might want to develop this further 🙂
Might be some day.. when I ponder on such a point much! i often post short poems on posts of others as comment and forget them,for they have been actually inspired by the post itself,then and there …
Well said Eric.
Thanks Elliot – appreciate your visit.
Thank you William 🙂
Thank you Padmini 🙂
Exactly my thoughts. Except I didn’t have the words for them. But you did:)
You are so generous and thank you. And what great stories we all pen – each filled with intensity and each so very unique.
This is true. It doesn’t need to be written in black and white to be a writer or for us to write our own stories. 🙂
Actually, you said it better – we are doing more than writing our story – we are living it. This is what your comment triggered 🙂
I am right with you. In everyone, there is an artist. Those who can’t work with their head have art in their hands etc… 🙂
Spot on, you are Gys.
Someone once lamented that he had no Gifts, totally untalented – even his shoe lace, he ends up tying dead knots! I pointed out his infectious smile – what a Gift. Because you see, I have a very stiff smile and admired his. Everyday, he probably spreads more joy with his smile than many of us – certainly more than moi.
Lovely to have you visit,
“I reckon all of us are natural-born authors.” — So true! Similarly, we are all natural-born singers. We may have been told (so many have!) that we “can’t sing” – but that’s not God talking, that’s (stupid) society. We all have a voice; we all have a song. It is our duty to share our stories with each other.
Thank you for sharing all of your stories!
Yes, you are very right. In a sense, we are all authors and singers and we all make wonderful music, poetry and prose.
I like in particular what you say about – “our duty to share our stories with each other” – this is excellent!
Ultimately, our Gifts, more than for our joy, are to spread joy.
Thank you for visiting with your thought provoking comment,
I love it and so true, whether we realize it or not.
As they say, time and tide waits for no man — neither do the pages we write.
Thank you for the visit and comment Susan. I loved your recent post – those pictures, so serene during the day.
I like this, Eric! One thought (from Scriptures) calls us “living epistles,” written to be read by others. Thanks for sharing it so poetically!
Thank you Ken,
I suppose a journal is written so that it can be read. I believe we too read, relive and learn much from our own journals.
I liken it a little to the diaries some us maintain. Upon reading years later, it is amazing how much we discover about ourselves and how much we have ‘grown’.
Appreciate the visit and comment.
Eric, you have done a great summary of life’s journal. 🙂
Thank you dear.
Always lovely to have you visit with your comments.
Peace to you too, Eric 🙂
Thank you Arjun – you are right indeed.
Honored to meet you, Mr. Alagan.
…and some very strange lines we write, but how they all fit together somehow – nothing is censored…
Very true Tomas,
Once writ the hand moves — not all thy piety, not all thy lamentations will entice the hand to return, or altar a dot —–
Shamelessly adapted from Omar Khayyam 🙂
“Mined opportunities” That’s great! It indicates one has to put out energy in order to fulfil dreams as opportunities arise.
I knew you would spot that one, Ian.
See, your wisdom but I take the credit. I spent too much time with a bunch of politicians last Saturday 🙁
Yes, nothing like honest labour to cleanse and grow. And I say “labour” in its broadest terms.
Here’s wishing you a great week ahead,
At least your politicians in Singapore are good compared to the losers we have here in Australia.
So very true.
Let us all journey and journal. When we finally get to put our feet up to rest and read, let us not have regrets.
absolutely marvelous……thanks dear heart
Hello Mary Helen,
Glad you found it so. I enjoy your poems too.
Luv and hugz,
Let us live so our journal is not a lie!
You’re very right – because the only ones we’ll be lying to – that person in the mirror.