Dont be afraid of critque

The heading is much to you as it is to me... . its relevance will become clearer later in this post.

As a child I was not one to keep a diary, however as I got older I found a greater need to keep a journal of some sort. I have recently come across a few of my older journals, or scribblings which have never been read by another, until today. This post has been inspired by a friend who puts his poetry out for the world to read and inevitably criticism. Hence the title of this post, 'Dont be afraid of critque'.

                                                                                                                  October 2008
"I have so many words, thoughts and questions that if this train ride was any longer I could fill these blank and empty pages with colourful thoughts - both meaningful and pointless. But half way on my journey I find my mind drift to the invisible hands that only I feel resting upon my shoulders; They are not supporting me or keeping me standing, they are not guiding me to better lands. These hands I feel are holding me back. I say this not as an excuse of failure but explanation of the state of my mind. I am fully aware that the primary thing holding me back is my own mind, my own thoughts, my own disbelief. However in the six months that I've been aware of them I have not been able to shake, pull or yank myself free. Therefore this is a pointless page where I just make it known that these imaginary hands on my shoulder, holding me back from my own success are an embodiment of my own mind."

The irony being that if nobody reads this blog, its purpose is completely futile.