I’ve been procrastinating to write the next Writing Challenge (which is this post) for 3 months? Wow, a new record. In fact, I’ve been procrastinating everything productive, all my side projects. I guess this is what it really means by taking a break
or just a purely laziness.
I can write the challenge by listing out the places that usually inspire me..but I guess that’s gonna be boring. You can judge me. It won’t be far away from bookstore. Or libraries. Or parks. Or shower. Or pillows. Or under the blue sky.
It doesn’t matter what or where. It’s not the places that do matter.
It’s what’s inside. The heart.
Yeah, yeah, so cliche. Please bear with me.
You don’t need to travel around the world to find inspiration, to look for answers or to gather questions to ask. It’s not where you are that matters.
It’s how you turn away the outer distractions, to shut off the noise, and listen to your inner voice.
I know it’s there.
Maybe it will cost you a whole world to travel. Maybe it will cost you to quit your job and take a gap year. Maybe it will cost you one hot shower in a rainy day. Maybe it will cost you a little prayer in a chapel. Maybe it will cost you a cinema ticket. Maybe it will cost you a morning walk. Maybe it will cost you a drink with your dear friend. Maybe it will cost you 3-hours-karaoke. Maybe it will cost you, just you.
It can be anything. It can be anywhere.
But it’s always been there, right in your heart.