External Journey

  My external journey consisted of publications on a blog I created. Reflections of readings and events composed most of my blog. In contrast to the inner journey, which consisted only of personal daily writings in line-less papers, the blog posts were open to anyone and must present themselves as well-organized thoughts.

   No longer free to write however I pleased, I was made more conscious of my grammar, my spelling, and more importantly, the vocabulary utilized as I tried to construct a more colorful post and not bore the reader with identical terms. A monotonous tone was not one I sought. "How can I not make my posts boring?" I would often think. With not much time to plot any elaborate scheme on my blog's structure, I wrote as I always have.  A nice introduction with hints of the details contained in the expository paragraphs was always the beginning to any post . Even though following a specific order proved a bit constraining at times, it would often serve as practice for essay and story writing.

My external and inner journey definitely differ. It's as if it was not the same individual undertaking both journeys.

As part of the conclusion  to my external journey in my Literature class, I would like to share a stanza taken from one of my poems. The title is  of the poem in its entirety is Black Butterfly. 

My haven under the sleepless moon

embrace me with your coarse wings,

 carriers of sweet serenity

 and whisperers of beautiful sorrow