This is the beginning of something new and perhaps an outlet that would make me practice my writing at least everyday, as much as I could for the constraints of my mind as various stories and event faze by my brain every single day and at the moment where I needed an outlet to write it down, there's isn't a medium for me to do it.
Since the internet has the infinite space for me to pen down what I believe would one day be something beautiful, appreciated by anyone who shares the same passions that I do and believe in what I do. I believe in what I leave behind and it doesn't matter if no one reads this for the moment. This address would be passed to someone of this medium, and he or she shall discover this hidden treasure of mine and my legacy would be continue down.
But why do what I do? Is it for pride and fame? What is it that makes me do what I do?
There's a story behind every single thing that happens in this world, right from the very matter and anti-matter that exists on every single plane of existence. Stories are perhaps the most fluid of everything that has ever existed, for the knowledge that carries with it runs as deep as the very first creation of this earth and it runs older as it tells tales of what runs before the very idea of stories come to mind. Men travel through time and forecast his fate and tries to revert from the inevitable, stories bend the reality, giving that fantasy a life as mere beings struggle to exist on their own planes of existence. Stories make the impossible exist, for if the story doesn't exist, then that particular matter wouldn't exist at all in the first place as. What runs through my imaginations and possible intellect strives me to create something out of the stories that exist through my mind.
I do what I do and when it comes, somebody else would be on this space of existence and it would progress through time and eventually, I believe that something really beautiful would sprout out and my dreams would one day finally come true.
Since the internet has the infinite space for me to pen down what I believe would one day be something beautiful, appreciated by anyone who shares the same passions that I do and believe in what I do. I believe in what I leave behind and it doesn't matter if no one reads this for the moment. This address would be passed to someone of this medium, and he or she shall discover this hidden treasure of mine and my legacy would be continue down.
But why do what I do? Is it for pride and fame? What is it that makes me do what I do?
There's a story behind every single thing that happens in this world, right from the very matter and anti-matter that exists on every single plane of existence. Stories are perhaps the most fluid of everything that has ever existed, for the knowledge that carries with it runs as deep as the very first creation of this earth and it runs older as it tells tales of what runs before the very idea of stories come to mind. Men travel through time and forecast his fate and tries to revert from the inevitable, stories bend the reality, giving that fantasy a life as mere beings struggle to exist on their own planes of existence. Stories make the impossible exist, for if the story doesn't exist, then that particular matter wouldn't exist at all in the first place as. What runs through my imaginations and possible intellect strives me to create something out of the stories that exist through my mind.
I do what I do and when it comes, somebody else would be on this space of existence and it would progress through time and eventually, I believe that something really beautiful would sprout out and my dreams would one day finally come true.
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