Two sides of a story

Every story has two sides. Every. Even if dead men tell no tales. But most of the time only one side of the story is heard. Only one side of the story is able to reach people's ears. And the other side lay buried because what's the point of telling what people do not want to hear? 

Every story has two sides. But often, even when both sides of the story are told, the jury will always favor the story she liked better. The person she liked better. The person she hates less. Regardless of whether that side is wrong or right. And most people would tell you that's just how the world works. Life is unfair and it will never be fair so don't count your blessings on it. 

Stories are one thing. Battles are another. Regardless of who is in the wrong in the story, each player is still fighting its own battles, and when we take that into account it changes the side we find ourselves rooting for in the story, regardless of whether they are wrong or right. But wrong and right have always been subjective haven't they. They have always been vague and uncertain. A silver blur. Lining becomes a lost cause. Regardless we have to hear both sides. We have to see both battles. We have to decide who deserves to be saved and who is destined to lick the fires of devastation. We decide. But on what grounds? Was it just? Was it really for the better? Or was it for past mistakes self-justification?

There are two sides to a story. And every side thinks their truth is the real truth. What they did was justified and the best thing to do at that moment. And that results in the chaos we now call our lives. 

A Bad Luck Charm's Dream (Part 1)

I hope when you finally meet me you would be captivated by the beauty I solely possess. You would get cold feet and stumble on all your words because somehow the stare that I exude from my eyes locked your throat and turned off your coherence. ,

I'd like to assume you will find it adorable that my laugh comes out shaky and my eyes wander to weird place because you know I am just nervous as you are. And you let out a quiet breathe of relief because at least you're not the only one feeling very much out of place. At least you know you're not alone when it comes to feeling the present chemistry between the two people currently standing there. 

Our first date would be more awkward than a mermaid learning how to walk for the first time on her new legs but when the moon announces its presence and the wind of the night clouds above us signals the inevitable end to our date, you would still say you enjoyed it and cannot wait for our next date. Surprising yourself at how true those words are. And I'd smile and bid goodnight without being able to say anything else because how do I tell you that it was the best night of my life?  

Keep increasing that word count.

I'm not good at writing. In fact I suck. Big Time. And I hate it. 

I mean the least I could have is natural raw talent that only requires honing. But no I don't even have that. 

I spend all my life, aside from admiring, feeling envy of all the Malaysian authors who are good enough to publish their own work. I envy those who produce such good reading materials that publishing houses feel the need to share it with the world. 

And here I am still stuck with a blog with 2 or 3 readers per year. 

I've thought of quitting many times I lost count. What's the point of continuing if I won't get any better at it? Writing is not a skill you get just by working hard after all. It requires tact, wits, and a whole lot of inner artistry. Which is the one thing I lack most. 

But there is one thing that all  my favourite authors say that stopped me from quitting altogether. 

Most of the authors I have come to admire have always said this when each of them was asked this similar question. 

"How did you get so good at writing? How are you able to produce such work?"

And they always say 

"I didn't stop writing. Even when I had writer's block I never stop. Even when my words seemed rubbish. Even when sentences didn't make sense. Even when everything I wrote felt like it could come out of a middle schooler's book. I never. stop. writing. And that should go for all aspiring writers too. Never stop writing."

That led me to the decisions I made regarding writing. And that is to never stop. No matter if I will never be great at it, or even get any better. But if they, my favourite authors, are able to go so far because they live by those words, 

then why not me.

right?