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Eh, I don't know why I bother anymore, since nobody reads. I guess it's just for a recollection of myself, this way I could look back at all of my goofy memories, if I ever forget. Or it could be a way of remembering me. Yeah, that's right. Memoirs. Memoirs of Thee Alchemyst. Not too shabby of a ring, eh?
I give this journal entry the title "Beyond Passions", because, well, I think writing is beyond a passion of mine. It's become a way of life. Somewhere I could go, where nothing seems to go wrong. Or a place where everything seems to go wrong, but, in the end, it comes out right. As I am typing this silly little entry, I hear a voice inside my head, reading this entry aloud. I guess it could be me at a later time, or just some random person. Reminds me of the movie "Stranger than Fiction", where a man comes across a voice in his head, and it turns out the voice in his head was really a writer, writing her first story in around 10 years. In this movie, the writer tells how the man lives, what he does, and how he should continue, all while this man is doing so. For example, when he was brushing his teeth, I recall the voice saying "every day he counted exactly how many times he brushed his teeth. Seventy-three." Correct me if I'm wrong, but that sounds almost right. I think that movie came out in around 2006, but I'm not too entirely sure.
As I continue to write, I also continue to learn more and more about myself. As the saying goes, you should write what you know. It has become apparent that the thing I might just know most, although without realizing it, might just be myself. I never realized again and again that there were scenes playing around in my head until I wrote them. I had never dreamt of such a time where I could fully be myself, until I wrote it. As you see, I don't often just write about anything, I write about myself, as I know best. I know others, other forms of habit, other ways of life, but, yet, nothing seems to strike out to me as does my own writing. I know it sounds a wee bit selfish, but believe me, nobody knows themselves more than themselves. I'd be a damned fool to think that I could get away with not knowing me. I am who I am, and you are who you are. All I know is that I'm a writer. You, on the other hand, are whatever you are, and whatever you deem yourself to be.
-From Gaia's Insane Keyboardist to you~
 Thee Alchemyst · Sun Nov 30, 2008 @ 07:25pm · 0 Comments |
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