Too far apart

many“There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.” ― Kurt Vonnegut

I’m writing these words knowing that people from all over the world are going to read them. People of all ages, ethnic and cultural backgrounds, of different religious beliefs. Most of them, I’ll never get a chance to meet. Most of them, I don’t know how they look like, what’s the thing they want most in this world, or what is it that they’re afraid of… most of them are perfect strangers to me.

Yet, simply by writing these words with these strangers in my mind, having the certainty that my words will reach them, they become a little bit more than strangers. They become human beings, just like myself, and that is one of life’s greatest achievements. Continue reading

Over the edge…

edgeI’m going to write about something I’m sure most of you don’t really want to read. It’s one of those topics we rarely explore, simply because we’d like to deny their very existence.

I don’t know how you think I am, if you view me as an idealist or a realist, if you think I’m good or not or even worse than that, but the truth is that, for most of my life, I’ve been a pessimist. One of the worst kind, actually.

The ones who feel they never get what they want. The ones who see themselves and the world around them as broken beyond repair. There’s never enough light for the ones who are afraid of the dark.

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Something different

closerSo, I decided to have some fun and post an entire novel on Facebook. It’s something I’d like to do for fun. Really short chapters, to be posted on a daily basis. It’s something different than what I usually write, but I do encourage you to take a look and, maybe, just maybe, like the page here.

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My experience growing up

Originally posted on transienttheorist:

Starting from the beginning I knew that things didn’t fit when I was around 4. I recall being in pre-school and feeling like I didn’t belong with the girls, but with the boys. I was very confused about the shared bathrooms, and the anatomical differences between the genders. My parents weren’t aggressive in enforcing gender norms and they encouraged me to do maths, science and piano. My dad especially encouraged me to strive and work hard. However, my mum always had the idea that I would be a housewife, and be taken care of by a man. This didn’t sit right with me, and I insisted I wasn’t going to get married, ever. When I began kindergarten I didn’t connect with the kids there either and I ended up hanging out with the year 6 boys while they skived off around the lake. Obviously my parents weren’t happy about this…

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The power of understanding…?

Originally posted on Memoirs of an Average Guy:

Welcome to my second blog post and for taking the time to read my thoughts.

In my first post, I spoke about being accepted and searching for acceptance. In this post, I wanted to explore that idea further but look more at the power of understanding.

We all want to understand different situations, the meaning of life, what we want from life, why things happen to us, there is a multitude of possibilities. But I wanted to look at areas that are closer to home, situations we deal with daily or where close friends or family make decisions which we do not fully comprehend or understand. One of the biggest areas where we want to understand is when ‘love’ is involved.

I’m sure we all have experiences of love within one form or another. Over the years, I’ve had relationships which haven’t worked out for various reasons. Though whilst we…

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Interview with Mike Kuplevatsky

Q: First of all, tell us a little bit about yourself.

A: Well, my name is Mike Kuplevatsky but I legally go by Sylvio Kuplevatsky, as Mike was a nickname given to me. I’m currently 21 years old am pursuing some of my many interests. For example, for a short while, I had a keen interest in directing films and editing them. Shortly after that, I began investing my time in the fields of technology, business and psychology. I took online classes, went to events and got my foot in the door. I started to get noticed, but it wasn’t because of the knowledge I had. Knowledge isn’t hard to gain; the tools to utilize your knowledge in a smart and decisive manner is the hard part. Knowing why you’re do something is just as important as what you’re doing. I sacrificed a lot — more than most people my age are willing to sacrifice. I put everything on the line and I went out on a limb that could have easily broken many times. Outside of work, however, I enjoy many physical pursuits. Continue reading

How I Write

Originally posted on M.C. Tuggle, Writer:

I’ve finished the first draft of my latest novella, which I first mentioned in this post. It’s about Appalachian folk magic, only in an urban setting. My formal critique group from Charlotte Writers has already reviewed it, and I’ve incorporated their insights into the manuscript. It’s presently in the hands of my network of beta readers, so now I begin the part I really love, revising, sharpening, and refining.

My approach to writing is the same whether it’s fiction or a political piece (see here and here, for example). Yes, different skills are needed, but the underlying process is the same. Here’s my general plan of attack:

Step 1 – You’ve heard you should write what you know and care about. I take that a step further. To fuel a complex and lengthy writing project, you need to pour all of your love and all of your rage…

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The most important things

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” – Stephen King

I remember each and every single time words failed me, because it doesn’t happen so often. The bitter moments when I needed them the most, when I struggled to express what I felt and what I wanted, and most times nothing but silence came out. Other times, tears.

The thing is, words do diminish the meaning of those words we hold closest to our souls, the words that could either make us or break us, the words that define who we are or what it is we’re feeling at any given moment. Maybe we are afraid that the words won’t mean as much to the person we’re telling them to, maybe it is because they mean a lot more to us then they could possibly mean to someone else.

And, in the end, the sad truth is that it’s not the words or how we say them that truly matters, but who we’re telling those words to.