I need to write more…

I used to write a lot, and I enjoyed it. Not just for the public, but even for myself.

Articles, poems, lyrics… I liked the words, and the way I could shape their flow.

But somewhere along the way, the flow stopped. I don’t know why.

I still get all these inspired ideas for an article, or for a song, but never get to actually write them down, and they are lost.

I need to sing more…

I have sung for as long as I can remember – in school, in college, everywhere. I taught myself to play the guitar (and later rudimentary keyboards) primarily to accompany myself. I used to have quite a range – even if I have to say so myself. Singing “Bridge over troubled waters” without breaking into falsetto used to amaze even me.

But even that has died away. It has been many years since I have really let loose, and sung the way I used to. I tried to, recently, but my voice is so out of practice…

I need to love more…

I feel so much, it embarrasses me. To protect myself, I don a cold exterior, and hurt people around me. I seem to be afraid to admit that I care.

But I do. I really do.

I need to do more…

Time passes by so quickly. Every day I wake up to the harsh reality that yesterday is gone, and won’t come back. It depresses me.

There is so much I want to say, so much I want to do, so much I want to see, so much I want to hear.

I want to write, I want to speak, I want to sing, I want to create.

I need to live, not exist.

I need to do more…