Here Starts Another

Here starts another blog. The internet has more information than the world will ever know what to do with and I'm starting another blog. I think I'd like to sit down and write just for fun for half an hour every day, says I. I will believe in myself this time and it will be different. I feel like other blogs I've written have been untrue in some way because I've never really known how to write or say things simply. This blog, therefore, should be an attempt to say as much with as few words as possible. 

Don't worry, I won't start today.

Today is the first day and that makes it special. I started my first journal when I was 10 and wrote in it by hand before I had even learned cursive. I burned that journal somewhere in my mid-twenties when my then-girlfriend got hold of it and saw that I had written about other girls before I met her. She flipped out and I burned my journal thinking that was a solution. I was an idiot. And she was a bitch. I wonder if she'd be happy to know I'm finally writing about her?

I'm 31 now and I haven't kept a journal in a long, long time. Honestly, this is partially a test for myself to see whether or not I can still string sentences together in logical order to form a thought or story. I have faith that I can. 

"I have faith". That's a good sentence. I'm in my 30's and I still have faith. I don't mean in God, specifically. I mean in life, in people, in my dreams. My dreams have changed with time but they remain mine. I will dive more into that later, but this is a good start.

I have opened my Shaolin Warrior Workout book again this week. I've had that book for years and the stretches and simple words in that book never get old to me. Here's a little snippet that I particularly like: "In China they say 'practicing an old skill is the same as learning a new one'. Practice daily."
Great, right? Now that I think about it, I believe that's one of the reasons I am interested in practicing saying things simply. The words in that book are clear and straightforward.

I like that. Sometimes it seems like writers have an overt need for adjectives and ridiculous analogies. I like simple analogies. I think you do too, perhaps you just haven't seen enough of them. One word analogies that are unexpected. I would like to see much more of this. I want to read lines like "Her eyes burned like war" or "The young man wore a smile as fresh as figs". They give you an image and also a context without taking up an entire page.

Speaking of taking up an entire page, this is good enough for today. More thoughts tomorrow.

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