Why do I blog?

First thing comes to our minds when we start blogging, what should I write?, From where should I start?

Thousands of questions might come to mind, waiting for answers. so the question I have is “Why do I blog? ”

I have a dream! I want to write in different language than mine. As you can see here, there are lots of mistakes appear in my blog. Simply, because English isn’t my first language. I started that blog while I do know my English isn’t perfect, and as I keep writing, I found mistakes, I try not to fall for them again, but I leave them where they are! Because after several days, months, years, I’ll go back to read all what I wrote and then, I will see how did I improved. If I fixed all the mistakes in previous posts, how will I know  my current level and how far I improved?

This reminded me of life. As we grow up, we do mistakes, we fall to stand up, sometimes we move slowly towards our goals, other times we run, sometimes we even crawl, but if you never know your mistakes, if you never learn from them, How will you improve? We are suppose to do mistakes to learn, no one HAVE to be perfect, perfection isn’t for human beings, all our life, we need to improve, and there is always a better something to seek. wouldn’t that make life an adventure? isn’t that enough to make life worth something. Hard times, reveals what’s hidden behind the cover, it shows who you really are, and not for people more than for your own self?

So, the question now is, do you want to improve? would you love to know your mistakes and learn from them? how far do you want to go?

Why I blog is because I seek “what’s better” for me, and for others. And of course because I love writing.

Wish me luck, and share your thoughts of “Why do you blog? “

Because she said

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When she said, she felt regret

with days,

She begans to forget

behind fear, there is something waiting

She never knew, what it was

Though, she kept looking

Somewhere far, she sang in silence

her voice where heard with the background behind,

Not anyone can hear her,

she had a magical voice.

When she said, she almost forget,

But then she remembered again

In the empty roads

around the over crowded streets

and then the big trees,

Temples, Churches and Mosques,

And the scent of the air,

How far she walked?

How long she have been walking?

Because she said,

Because she knows, she didn’t forget

Because she didn’t have to regret

She kept walking away and smile,

Something she knew, she can always do~

What is love?

What is love?

It’s a feeling!

As an economist, I’ve been taught that “the need” is a thing that is necessary for an organism, a feeling of deprivation that urges an individual which motivates them to do something to stop that feeling.

So, what does love has to do with that?…love is a need that knocks on the heart doors, it puts a heavy weight on the heart to motivates it to do something to change that heavy feeling. Okay, what is that need? how does it seem?

I’ll tell you, it changes from a person to another, depends on every individual personal needs. I could be in need of something, someone else won’t care much about it, other would consider it non-sense!

Some people are in need of money, some people are in need of caring..others would love to have the attention and some all they seek is fulfilling a desire before going after a new adventure to search for a new need, and some don’t know what they actually need, till they get something, and they feel the difference between having it and how it was without it, so they came to realize.

My point is, the definition of love – In my opinion- differs from a person to another, so don’t be surprised if money all that it means for a girl, and for another girl, all she wants is caring, for that guy, he wants to be understood, and the other guy wants that hot chicka standing near the bar.

I’ve been trying to put my own definitions and the more I grow up, the more I know, the more I add things and remove things from the definition. the great wonder for me is…what might make the urge of that need continue being there, what could make you still need it even after having it, what keeps the flare?

That’s!.. the real question we need to ask, would we find an answer?