
The meaning of writing, is mysterious for me. I commit to writing not because I want to get famous. Writing fiction is giving a right to profess my imagination. The image is attractive because there is a spiritualism behind it, not knowing why it is intriguing. The sentences are the mediation of the transformative art; it feels like a crimson Torii guiding the readers to wonder the alternative of the cultural imagination that would upheld their consciousness to embrace the beauty of humanity. We are living the possible world of string theory. The is a variety of space dimension, that the physical world displaying the infinite of possibilities. The act of fiction writing, is challenging writers to input the spiritual consciousness, making the scene alive.
I write the image of the word, cultivating these sentences. These sentences feel like the musical notes, that the sounds would create the story of architecture. The beauty of the image that would impact of different individuals seeing the world from different perspectives. The spiritualism would ignite the readers consciousness to believe the beauty of the image. This is something is challenging for me to discover what the spiritualism is.
There is another thing I have discovered from writing. The more I write. The more I would accentuate on the sentence structure from reading. I used to take high speed reading The Economist Magazine. Now, I deliberately take slow speed to understand the writing more, which means writing can help me to organize my brain well, being able to pay attention on the inform
This has shown the more I write; and the more I will be good at the communications. I now keep challenging myself to write this blog everyday.
The next step is challenging myself to write a story in every week.
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