I am not happy these days, no I am not.. when I ask why? The answer is a reflex - because of words. I do not know enough words, I am disappointed, discouraged and hurt. I wanna write, I don't want to be a writer.. but I want to write to express my feelings that have always been so complicated, that I sometimes wonder if there could be an English word to equalise and explain the nature of my predicament (which in all probability is obscure). Sigh!
My yardstick for becoming better with my writing capabilities is purely measured by the scope of my vocabulary. And at this point, my vocabulary sucks, believe me I started typing vocabulary as v..a..c..a.. god! I am getting bad at spelling too!!
I am always seen at the want of words, I do not want to be that person whom I mock at, those people with no good command over the language who keep saying, "you know, you know, like.. like, mmm.." because they don't know the right word.
Oh I don't want to be a victim of my own remorseless attitude! What do I do? What do I do? Ah! Books, books, books it is! The travellers' abode, the poor man's shelter, the patients medicine and the water to my weariness.
*closes laptop and opens the Bible. What better book could there be, to start with?*
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