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Stop Writing.

I need to stop writing because I might just be good at it. Okay maybe that’s too extreme, maybe I can just stop publishing my blog posts – they might be better off as drafts.

Yes maybe drafts are better, I can pile up all my thoughts and they will never be seen and I would never revisit them just in case I get tempted to post them and let the whole world see.

I’m surely no Shakespeare, my English is far too simple – but oh how convenient, people cannot handle complicated, they don’t even understand my previous post.

Oh snap I need to stop writing. I might just be good at it and I’ll get what I wish for; write some books and get rich and famous – then my biggest fears will come true and I’ll end up like my beloved Avicii.

Many times I never stopped to think what the consequences of success could be. Everyone who’s holding my secrets might just come and spill the beans just to get their name on the community mop and wipe away all my innocence and privacy – I don’t want to be rich and famous.

So maybe I should stop writing or maybe I can just stop making sense, I can never try being boring so I’ll start now with the mathematics that birds don’t dwell on and neither did I when I passed through the tunnel and became man and then boy and then faded into thinking – yes surely I’ve lost them and they’ll never read me again…I can continue writing never to be famous today.



What is it about Attention that’s got us all so tangled up? Altering the way we walk and changing our talk, it’s all in the hope that somebody is watching. Those Fifiteen minutes of fame that you have been promised – They mean more to you than you think…or at least are willing to admit.

Broaden your mind and you too will see that attention is just a cheap word for Existence. I mean we all exist, that is how you are able to sit there and scroll through this Blog right now. But what good is existing if you cannot feel it?

I sit in a university library at 10pm, it’s packed and the noise levels are nothing like what I grew to expect from the movies. I caugh once, and I caugh again and nobody seems to notice. Everybody seems to be minding their own business. But I’m not buying it.

I look up and the girl to my right is having a young chat with some tall lad who’s stopped by her desk on his way out…I don’t think this conversation is very interesting to be honest – I can see it in his face, he’s not trying that hard. Yet this girl just bursts into a short-dry laughter. Approximately Five more words crawl out of the dude’s mouth and another cheap gag from the girl. This process continues for the next four seconds until the boy finally makes his way for the exit.

I was a bit annoyed by that whole thing. I just found it rather unnecessary, she was a bit too extra in my two cents. Anyways, The night went on and that event was halfway out of my memory when I saw that everybody else had a chat-mate nearby and that girl from the previous paragraph had been alone ever since. And that’s when it hit me that those two minutes with that guy may have been this girl’s only chance to cry out to the world “Hey everybody, I am here, I exist, see? He sees me!”

Think about it, Those hours you spend at the Gym, that outfit and your awesome stories and story telling abilities and even those awesome drawings you do, what’s the point of it all if you can’t blog about it for somebody to know about and credit you?

Think about it. Existing. Living the perfect life – what’s the point of it all if nobody will know? Living a sad life – what’s the point of it all if nobody’s going to pity you

Yes think about it…why pay attention to everybody else, show them love just as you wish it be done to you?

Because everybody deserves his fifteen minutes, but you deserve more fifteen minutes then the rest. You deserve to exist.