Our words mean something important, whether we choose to believe it or not. What we write and what we share with the world impacts others; it has the capability to touch the lives of others and change the way they see the world. So let’s write, about our beauty, our weaknesses, our emotions and anything we wish because it is all important. All we have to do is write.You open your bedroom door just to be confronted again by the constant stack of unread books on your book shelf. This isn’t the first time you’ve felt guilty for not reading all the books ever given to you compared to the smaller stack of completed books on your shelf. While you know one day you will finally be able to finish them all, you don’t know when and you don’t know how you will be able to create the time. It’s just a matter of really persevering and pushing through the boring intros of each book until you can finally enjoy the content.
The breeze brushes against your cheek, kissing your skin as the smell of the salty sea fills you. You’ve always loved the sea, specifically watching the waves roll in off the coast, crashing against the rocks below. The mountain cliff has always been a beautiful place to sit and gaze out on the water, so much so that you often find yourself enraptured by the beauty existing there, clearing your mind as you sit. However beautiful and majestic the experience may be, the sea also brings a grave sense of melancholic memories of your father who was a sea captain for most of his life. It was his stories and experiences that made you love and appreciate the sea so much. It is his memories that bring you back every day.
Boketto is a noun for gazing vacantly into the distance without really thinking anything specific.
The beauty around us allows us to express ourselves to those who care about us and even those who don’t. Don’t be scared to share your work or your feelings because someone cares, at least one always will.
