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Ok, so here I go again. I’m off to dig my mind in search of things that are subconsciously there and either been there for a long time or are new and random stuff. How is it that a person decides when and what to write? Is there a specific time to write? What are they thinking about? Are they high on something? – Me for instance ever since I started this blog when I think I have an interesting thought or something to say I wish that I had somewhere to write it down and then upload it, but that never happens. The curious thing about me is that I just start writing, I don’t know if it’s gonna make sense, but hey! It hardly matters. Back to the part of why a writer writes – I guess that like everything in life it depends. It depends on what the writer is writing about, if the writer is content, heartbroken, pissed or any feeling that makes a writer write. Does everything that we do have to make sense? That would be good. Wouldn’t it? But I guess no matter how many times we ask ourselves why? Why? Why? Why? We may never get to know why. We don’t always want what’s right so obviously we don’t always do what’s right. But what is right anyway? Who says what’s right? Society? Your parents? Your friends? Your God? WHO? Do you believe in that cliché that says that everything happens for a reason? Or that we are all part of a master plan? Is there a time-line of some sort? (Story board?) Or like a well know scientist/physicist said, is someone just playing with dices with us? Or is it the one that says that we are like a giant ant farm and someone has a big magnifying glass? Like everything else I can’t be sure. – A question popped into my head: Does writing reflects how smart someone is? The use of certain words makes a difference? I’ve better start writing using smart and big words then. – Anyway it’s funny how I start writing about something and end up talking about something completely different. I figure that’s what happens when you don’t have your mind set on something, I just wonder off. (But I’ve already said that) Is it that I’ve got nothing to hide? Or that I know that only one person reads this? Either way, well.. pfff…