Love has so many meanings. It can be the love shared among the members of a family, as much as it can be the love between two partners. But for this week’s challenge, I’m going to emphasise on the greatest and most powerful love of all: Friendship.
From Wikipedia, “A workaholic is a person who is addicted to work. The term generally implies that the person enjoys their work; it can also imply that they simply feel compelled to do it.”
Okay… Personally, I don’t like factual definitions, thus let’s continue in my own way:
I’ve never really thought about it in the past, but I might be a workaholic. How?
The thing is I don’t only enjoy working (here, I don’t consider work as the thing you do to earn a living since I’m still a teen, but I’m talking about everything that demands physical or mental effort) or feel compelled to work (that would be school work) but I also search for work. What I mean is that I like to keep myself busy. I’d hate to remain idle one moment. That’s why I’ve got so many hobbies.
Maybe for some of you it’s not Wednesday yet, but here it is, early in the morning! Thus it’s time for… a wordpress Weekly Photo Challenge! (to see my blogging plans for this year, check out The Art of Planning a Blog)
This week’s theme is beyond.
And here’s my photographic interpretation:
This photo has been taken from my roof :P
Let me tell you that I have a blogging schedule, but that I don’t have one. Yes, I love paradoxes lately.
What I mean is that when I first started this blog, I had absolutely no clue where I was going with it. I posted at random, writing without being specialised in any niche, many posts a day or how often I wanted to publish something in the blogosphere during the week.
Then I started to have an audience. A small one at first of course, but for me, one faithful reader was enough for me to become a little more organised on my blog, since I’d despise myself for confusing or overwhelming any followers of mine.
This French quote from François Mauriac very much describes my main motivation for siding with evil characters in my stories. I can’t really translate it though, because in English it won’t have that same impact it had on me, you see… The French language has a particular (charming and poetic) style that I just can’t reproduce in English. But basically, Mauriac tells us that he prefers to write on those who are ‘evil’ and unconventional instead of those who are good and virtuous.
I can totally understand why. (And I totally understand Mauriac thus that’s why I’m in love with his book, Thérèse Desqueyroux).
The video Gangnam Style (which I obviously won’t have to link here because everyone know what I’m talking about) by PSY has become such a viral success around the globe in so little time, that, with the blink of an eye, I found myself in that K-pop addictive boat as well, heading towards an adventure I could never have imagined…
It prosecutes, with no mercy. It spreads fear and sadness. It divides.
My father once told me not to write controversial, unconventional stories or ‘blasphemous’ ones. I read between the lines: people will judge and condemn – their narrow-mindedness will crush me down.
So I tried. To do as he had said.
But I couldn’t.
I am not the type of person who every year makes a list of resolutions. But there are things that I keep in mind, things that I wish for, things that I want to happen during the year.
These are my goals of the year.
Here’s this week’s contribution to Picture it & Write:
I stared at the starry night that offered this last day of the year. All my people were in joy, in celebration. It would be soon the end, yet the beginning. No one and nothing would dare miss this day, this hour. All the stars were present. All the colours in the sky as well: blue, purple, red, pink…
Midnight would soon strike.