Awoken

Yes, I am here again... awoken from my deep slumber. Aah, it has been a while since I have put my thoughts into writing... since I have last touched a pen and laid out bare the ideas lurking in my head. Honestly, I also wonder why. Most of the time, I ask myself, "Why can't I write just like everyone else?", "Why can't the words come to me as easily as they come to other people?", "Why can't I find the right words to convey what I think?" To tell the truth, I ENVY those people who could write. Those people who don't need to press the Backspace button every once in a while... those people who can write easily as if putting thoughts into writing is merely breathing in air... those people who live to write.

I remember once in a seminar, our keynote speaker said, "Some are born to express themselves in writing... and some in other ways..." Though at first I didn't agree with him, now that I think of it, maybe, he is right after all. Maybe the ability to write something coherent and striking is really inborn and not developed... maybe it really is a talent and not a mere skill which anybody could learn if he strives hard enough.

*sigh* I really ENVY them. If only we are given the chance to pick our talents just before we were born... if only we could edit our skills and abilities, then maybe I wouldn't be this depressed over something so trivial. Oh damn. I hate this life of mine.