To Buster

hi Buster,

 I am happy and sad. Happy that i stumbled upon this brain child of yours. Let me take some time to applaud your creation. I believe writing is an art. An art so beautiful. It lets us escape this realm for a short while. Lets us free our mind. Writing to me is a way of being happy. I find happiness in the simple words that form in my head. I am sure most of us are like this. Let me tell you that i haven't started writing on your website yet. But i find the idea wonderful. I can find myself enjoying spending time on 750words. Thank you for this. But what saddens me is the fact that i might be late. Late to discover the beauty of this page. Late to enjoy the happy times. I read a few posts from your side of being helpless to support this venture. I wish to help and support your cause. This is my first post ever on this page. I was introduced to this page by a good friend of mine. She had mentioned about this website a long time ago. I was just too lazy and preoccupied with the less important things in life to check it up. Now i know better. I always end up reaching late to the obvious destinations. It has been sometime now that i realized my true calling is to be a writer. For a long time, i had wandered through the long lonely roads of my subconscious wondering what is my true purpose in this life. Which is that prophecy i was destined to fulfill. After a prolonged period of doubt, one fine day like this one i realized that maybe i should write things down. And so it began. I have a very deep thought process. I believe in the existence of a vast universe within these simple minds of a person. And to explore every remote place in this universe is a challenge which only a handful of us undertake. I believe i am one of them. When we subject ourselves to push the limits of our mundane thinking, we transform ourselves. We attain a level of simplicity. A simplicity that is littered with complex thinking. After which we tend to perceive things differently. Life becomes more philosophical. We see the beauty in the things that are considered ugly. We attain nirvana. I have not reached that state yet. It is going to be a while before i am even slightly close. As of now i am knocking at all the closed doors within myself. I am trying to forge the keys for the locked ones. But i know that is exactly what i would do in this life. I am going to crossover. The river of doubt has stopped flooding, and the floods receding. I know what is to be done. But my greatest fear is that i might not fulfill my promises. I would not amount to anything. Fear is a funny feeling. It impedes progress. It creates ferocious demons. I must slay my demons. I will slay my demons. What is my immediate course of action? I am still lost. I traverse the plain trusting my senses. They have not betrayed me yet. There is a lot to accomplish. A million promises to keep. And a million promises to give. I had mentioned above about hoping to be supportive to your cause. But i am not sure yet if i will be. That is one of my greatest frailties. I tend to think too much into things and make a mountain out of a small mound. That is one of the reasons i like the decisions i make on an impulse. They are less practical when we think about them later and more probable. There are so many flaws in me as a person. So many small things that i would like to change about myself. But not essentially changing the person i am. As a person i am flawed, but who among us are not. But then again when you think about it, i am the person i am because of all my flaws. And that is something i have to live with. I will keep writing on this page. I can say that one of the doors have been opened. I think this is going to help me grow up. Help me get better at writing. So till tomorrow let me bid farewell to you. I shall keep working towards a better tomorrow.

Thank you