I completed another song two nights ago. I know, I'm weird. One second I think of ditching this childish hobby because my old songs are all becoming cringeworthy, but another second I find myself dying to channel my thoughts into some sort of words.
Then I realise I'm not ready to become an author yet because I obviously have no exceptional talent to try out creative writing. And then I also realise that I'm not what people would call a singer-songwriting but shamelessly I'd say I can write songs, despite not being exceptionally talented at it.
So I picked up that paper from my table (It's been there for 7 months, and it's also been on the floor, almost lost it in between my college notes, also, I think I almost recycled the paper, which explains how close I was to ditching the whole idea).
I finally finished it. And I can't say that I'm not proud of it. A bit ashamed, yeah, but happy I did it. And kinda proud that I brought something back to life. It was a dying song.
Again, I know people sing better and write better songs, but if I wait for that day to come, for me to finally see myself as being capable of writing songs, it will never happen. I've learnt one important thing this month, which is to express, and not to impress. Songwriting and writing in general has been a huge part of me especially when it comes to expressing my thoughts. Probably because I've been an introvert all my life, and I've never been too comfortable about speaking up.
I still wonder about the man. I hope he's OK. It's not like I want to know more about him, but I hope he's doing well.
Here's my old post back in November about the man.
Here's my old post back in November about the man.
I think I'm doing fine. My first week of the new semester was kinda good in a weird way. In fact, it was so good that I'm feeling a bit scared because things aren't supposed to be this easy, you see? Hahaha.
Also, Passenger is going to release a new album in September.
Life is OK so far.
