All for some more eyeballs

Wikileaks and its founder Julian Assange stirred the world with its uncovering of startling US war documents in Iraq and leaking classified embassy dispatches. Wikileaks successfully launched attacks on the US and the powers-that-be with impunity wielding technology, media and ambiguity in international laws and relations. It was an expose of American war crimes and its increasingly denigrating international policies with fundamental facts shrouded in secrecy even from its own people who are essentially the only ones in any condition to do anything about stopping the mayhem we are all otherwise headed for.

writing anxiety

Myriads thoughts, images and visions have pestered my consciousness and keep haunting my dreams over the past few days. It is as if they have chosen the medium of my person, more precisely my word power (as I choose to call my skills at writing, fine or otherwise) as an expression of their being. From the pressing issue of municipality elections to the national preoccupation of Gross National Happiness, momentous and all, they have all wanted me as the conveyances of their stories.

pieces of shit

When you have neither the will, nor the time, or the environment, forget a proper tool; and haven't practised for ages, what you write is peices of shit, for the bin. Read this to believe it. I have no doubt that writing is what I should do, for that is what I do best.

However, in life there are choices we make and we don't often have the freedom to choose where we head. So, we choose based on others' judgement, hope they are right and believe they are right, for after we have commited, we don't want to seem to be a failure going back on your decision, even if it was someone else's to begin with.