If you only knew.

What do you do when you care so much that it hurts sometimes to think about?  So much that everything else in life seems small in comparison, or even hinges on the thing you care about?  Even if you know it's doesn't.  Even if you know life will go on no matter what.  And that those other things are equally if not more important.

If you only knew.
 
If you only could know how much I really do care.  How much I want you to care back.
I'd be there for you and never let you down.  Never let you go.
We would have adventures together and no moment would be dull.
We'd go places and see things.  Filled with wonder and awe.
And when we weren't together, we'd count the minutes until we were.
We would be fantastic.  Magnificent.  Amazing.  Grand.  
We would be "you and I".  We would be "us".
For the rest of our lives.
If you'd just take that leap of faith.  
I know you're scared.  I am too.  But we'd leap together.
If you only knew it would be alright.
If you only knew.

What's the hold up?

Too many times I use the excuse of oh well I don't have the time [to write], I don't know what to write, lah dee dah dee dah dee dah.
Rubbish.

But what to write about?  That's another roadblock I let stop me rather than just taking a running jump over the thing and landing where I may.  What to write about? When you can't think of something, look around you.  Any decent writer as at some level of observation skills, however minor they may be.  Some people have them and that's what makes them a good writer and then others develop them through writing.

Mine aren't impressive by any means, and I'm not claiming to be a "decent writer" but what I'm trying to say is, when you don't know what to write about look around you.  Take in your surroundings.

What's in the room?  A floor, a ceiling, walls? Sure.  Furniture? Yes.  But everything has character.  Everything has a story.  Sometimes you know it and sometimes you have to suppose what it might be.  Either way, there's always something to write about in anything and everything. 

I have a similar philosophy for photography, something I able to delve into in college.  It's in response to people that don't know what to take a picture of.  The philosophy is this: all that is on the planet: every person, every place, every thing; surely, every inch of of space is a potential picture.  You just need the right angle.

So then, in either case, there's no excuse to not do it, if that is indeed what you want to do; you have your motive.  The means, a pen or pencil and paper, a computer and word processor, or even a typewriter if you want to get crazy.  So, as long as you have the opportunity, DO IT!  Write.

Your's In Writing.

A Summer, Swift.

And just like that, the warm months of the year are over.  And what a summer it's been!  How much I've grown.  And yet, still so much growing to do.  The fact the I know that is evidence to said growing.

I want to write.  A book.  As I've stated elsewhere: they are works in progress.  And  I still want to move to Marquette.  But I'm realizing it may not be as practical at the moment as I once thought.  Even so, I still want it.  How much wanting is it going to take before I do.

But who's to say there aren't any reasons for me to stay here for a little while at least?

Your's In Writing.