Journal Entry 2
Writing
goals, how peculiar although if I must I must. I particularly desire to write
as much as a possibly can albeit one never really can tell when inspiration
hits and an idea flashes high beams and blinds you so much that you are required
to stop what ever you are doing and merely wait it out. So then it is a moment
that arrives where you simply must write. That is what it is like to be
creative, as you may never know when it will come again. This is also something
difficult knowing that I am a college student who is required to do other work
at the same time. So there is also the question of timing.
Although,
if it is goals they want then it is goals they shall get. I do not suppose that
I will write a great deal during my last semester but I do hope to get at least
20 more pages entered into my story before too long at least before the year
end. Maybe it would not be too much to ask if I could also write a couple more
poems this year. Also I am required to fill the rest of this page with more
goals. Well as this year is in its infancy I should like to start devouring as
many books as I can so that my vocabulary may grow and be up for the challenge
of hopefully rising above the terrible status quo. I also hope to have done
more official research so that my facts may not be eschewed by laity but in
fact an edification. And finally I hope for my writing to reflect all of what
God would have me do.
Journal Entry 3
Hunger
is something every one experiences. But this is more than just about the
clichéd sense of wealth or food but all these things, as we are indeed already
hungry all the time. However, I do suppose that it is easier to compare that
experience with the hunger for food. It would be much like a constant implosion
of sorts. Always hungry never satisfied, your body wanting to devour itself.
Slowly your mind starts to go demanding satisfaction from things that will not
satisfy as it slowly careens downwards towards an abyss (which is always
hungry). It never ends. Everything becomes edible in the process and your body
rejects most of it. It is a most painful auto ejection of matter not fit for
human consumption. It is an incredibly awful display of what is not to be eaten
as it colorfully decorates your surroundings and people.
Someone
always has to clean up the mess. And soon your hunger has reached the people
around you. With this it is either a chain reaction of a horrid projection and
spewing of material to the world around. It covers the earth.
There
it is, a whole world covered in filth. The tragedy of humanity… Hunger and
feeding on everything but what is truly needed.
