Pleasure of writing

Though I don’t regularly post on my blog, but I habitually write. Sometimes about my bio, others about any topic that comes to mind, and sometimes just travel inside my mind to check if there’s some inspirational stories and try to form words and sentences to feel the pleasure of writing and at the same time bear its pain. The challenge I always faced is the inability to finish my writings and I stopped many articles, that I still think are about good or at least worth to write about topics, at the middle of the way and never come back to finish them. I’m not a professional writer or blogger, but I’m intrigued by writing practise. And from time to other, I intend to share some of those writings on the blog. Yes, it’s true that a blog importance is mostly measured by how much interaction and comments it receives, and despite my blog receives less comments and have only few on some posts, but I think, though I should not judge myself, that content I post is not that bad but interaction is affected by the number of visitors of the blog, and this is my blog’s problem due to the lack of optimization. Nevertheless, I keep posting, since I’m pleased when practicing writing and also since there still at least some people that comes across my posts and have look. And I still keep some hope that I could receive comments on my future posts, who knows?!

Battle in mind

From time to other, when my ideas go in clash between each other and the struggle intensifies bit by bit, I could hear the noisy hits of arms and drums beats in my head. And when the bitterness of the battle rises and the brawl between the tough ideas is increasing, I could feel the flames of fire burning on my head’s walls. If a rival wins the fight, then the war eventually ends and pain slowly gets over, but when the battle lasts for long without a winner, each legion took its troops back. The fight certainly would be resumed later, presumably between the same armies or between others, but what’s certain, war never ends and if it does there’s no need to my existence.

Shrubs of grief and sorrow

When doors of a heart are closed and no light let in, trees of darkness and shrubs of grief grow up in the deep of its corners and flowers of anguish bloom all around! When the grass of sorrow is irrigated with water of gloom, it propagates more and more. And when all those plants of distress are left without mow, we can see but a garden of misery and depression.

The resume of work after holidays!

After two weeks of vacation I resumed work this morning, and I needn't to tell you how boring is the first day at work after days of holidays. Concerning sleep, I didn't find any problems with it this morning since I used to wake up during holiday days at the same time as I used to when at work; but what I used not to be familiar with is to make any mental efforts or be punctual for any appointment, and this is all what I’ve to do as I’m back to work. I may have made some physical efforts, but I always tried to keep away from any stress and anything that could cause some of it because I know that situation won't last for long and I'll be back to the hustle and bustle of the city and strain of work.

I passed my holidays with my parents in a calm and small town that was lying in a deep sleep near a lake, and nothing was disturbing that calm except some rush July storms that passed quickly, before they left for the permanent quietness, may be just to remind people of their existence. With the hot weather there, I passed hours in the lake swimming as if I wanted to wash something from over my shoulders and I actually managed to get rid of some of the pressure and with it some of my shoulders' skin. I also took the advantage of these days off and visited some members of family and some old friends. Two weeks has passed as if two days but holidays really make the difference!