Life As A Writer

Michael Daaboul. 26 y/o from Australia/Melbourne. Creative/Digital Designer & Writer.

You remember back in the hospital, no one came to visit, you didn’t get a single message of concern and you experience another epiphany. Your mind is rushing and thinking about who is close to you, trying to fill in the blank canvases of those who have not asked about you so far. This feeling is not familiar to you any longer, it’s normal. Friends are not as close as they seem anymore and some don’t even know you’re in hospital, you go unnoticed.
Excerpt from Unnoticed Series of Events By Michael Daaboul
I don’t follow love around, it’s too hard and I can’t keep on my feet. I might not follow love, but I believe in love. Its voice sedates my mind but at times it shatters the magic from my dreams. Love tests me, it challenges me to grow, but as I go in deep, I fear the heights. In the sky, I’m vulnerable, but love knows all of my secrets. It knows how tender I am from the pain, it knows how often I melt, it knows when I bleed and it knows when I want to kiss your lips.
Michael Daaboul
Writer: A relationship filled with love, he dies and she was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him. So years go by and she moves on finally, gets married and has kids but she still misses him every day and wonders what it would have been like if he was still alive. I don’t know, maybe to hold him for one more time, to feel that happiness once again.
Excerpt from 60 Thousand Words In 3 Sentences By Michael Daaboul

Show Me the Stars and Inspire Me

Optimist: Tell me, what are you doing?
Pessimist: Nothing, hate this world.
Optimist: Why are you sitting there complaining about everything?
Pessimist: I don’t know. Don’t feel like doing anything, just want to sit here.
Optimist: You're sitting there doing absolutely nothing while the rest of the planet is moving ahead of you!
Pessimist: Yeah well, let the world move ahead, I don’t really care.
Optimist: How did you fall so behind?
Pessimist: You tell me. Nothing ever works out for me. It’s so fucking frustrating! Bloody hell!
Optimist: Ha, are you listening to yourself?
Pessimist: No.
Optimist: All you did was sit there, thinking it will all just unfold in front of you.
Pessimist: What do you mean? Yeah, I’m waiting for a break or something.
Optimist: Well, it's not going to happen.
Pessimist: I’ll just sit here then.
Optimist: You have to push to make progress. You have to do stuff you know? Learn new things, think about what’s not working out and coming up with solutions!
Pessimist: Who has time for that? Sounds like too much effort.
Optimist: Look at the alternative, you could just sit here and sound like you have no life left. No one wants to know someone so miserable. No one cares you know, you have to do this.
Pessimist: Yeah, well, whatever.
Optimist: COME ON!! You're better than this! This is not what life’s about you know. Come with me.
Pessimist: Why, where are we going?
Optimist: Show you what’s it like to become inspired. I’ll show you a place where stars are born!
Pessimist: Huh, space?
Optimist: Sigh, YES, space, LET’S GO!
Pessimist: Okay, okay.
Anonymous asked:
Thank you for always answering my now probably creepy daily "asks", Mike! Is it okay if I call you Mike? It's so amazing to read what you have to say now that it's directed to me and my curious musings. I hope you fall (all in) in love again.. Or if you already are.. Then please don't ever stop what you're doing now. Thanks for making this world a nicer place. PS If you ever get stabbed, in the heart or whatnot, my medical assistance is always free for you. ;)
Anonymous asked:
Once! You've fallen in love ONCE and look at the person you've turned out to be. It's true though.. If you knew then what you know now, maybe it would've "worked out" and the Joyeuse wouldn't have been pushed through all the blood-filled chambers of your hungry heart. But darling,look at you now. Look at the way you've turned that massacre into something so painfully beautiful. It's like flowers grew out of the stab wounds she left,leaving gardens of scars and bruises you're not ashamed to hide.
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