Kangatopia

My friend, Michael, once commented that writing is not a vocation neccesarily. It’s a passion. You either have to write for the sake of the health of your sanity or soul, or you do so because you’re good enough at it that it gives you an odd satisfaction and perhaps, a little money. Things we are good at are not always passions. I don’t think of myself as a writer, as much as someone who once wished to be a writer. I am neither good at it, nor is it really a passion. The act of writing anything helps me find solace somehow. I enjoy it occasionally. Mostly it causes me frustration. I find other things to drown out my thoughts so that I don’t have to write them down. I feel a small gratitude when what I thought were good ideas for the blog have left me before I had a chance to type the letters on the keyboard. I love writing. I want to write always, but it also brings the shadow of my own mediocrity into bright light and exposes it for what it is.