For the sake of being

All stories sprout from ideas

For the longest time, I imagined that I could write stories that were the perfect culmination of adventure, romance, and thrills. If you cringed after reading that, then I don't need to explain the outcome of any of my efforts. After realizing that such attempts were silly, convincing myself to the point of deprecation, and relinquishing any further thoughts of associating with words ever again, I quietly pulled away from ever trying to write anything again.

Giving up on the written word was probably the most foolish choice I ever made. To my disappointment, my vocabulary was very much underdeveloped, and I had no ideas of my own, save for those planted in my head from the noisy world of media. But the blame will not be solely placed upon this noisy world I was born into. I, too, am at fault for choosing to reject any growth on my part. That being said, I'm relieved to announce that I've made one step back to where I was, however in an ambiguous form.

This log serves as a personal outlet for any random sentences or even paragraphs that grow as wildly and unexpectedly as dandelions would. Call this my own garden. It may not be laudable, but it's mine. I have no intentions of seeking fame through my words (but perhaps through some other occupation), nor do I want to establish a foundation underneath myself to label my individual as superior or pretentious. Ex animo is merely a small staircase I am setting up to help climb towards self-improvement. If taken under the meaning that Andrew Bernard of The Office meant, I am a carpenter who builds stairs, someone who tries to stay one step ahead of the game.

With that being said, I implore that no one make use of the things I write here. Anything found here isn't even of the greatest quality, so it would bewilder me further as to why anyone would take advantage of what they read here to any other use than to indulge the mind. Creative boundaries are very obscure, but one notices blatant copying and pasting. Please don't reproduce any of the written content of this site elsewhere.

I do, however, hope that this inspires other people to pursue an interest into literary production, even if not on a large scale. Be it a journal, a weblog, a site of ambiguous excerpts, don't let words escape your world.

Is this the painted veil?

I assure you, it's not what you think.

Now let's digress onto miscellaneous information concerning just what this site is before you. The name ex animo is Latin for "from the heart" and is a phrase that is equivalent to "sincerely", but I'm a weak sucker for phrases from dead foreign languages, so if you're planning on insulting me, I've already affronted myself, so your work is done. Haha!

I don't intend on changing the look of this site, as the main focus for ex animo is strictly literary. However, I would like to grant credit where necessary. I owe all gratitude for the convenience of textures toward dearest. Random text was just words coming through my fingers as uneven as the wind can blow.

To close this off, I would also like to turn you towards the direction of 3 Seconds, No Comfort, the site that sparked my interest into writing again. I can barely string enough words or phrases coherent enough to show how much Loika has impacted me. I, in no way, mean to mirror her, but she motivates me to start personal projects with a certain flare that can only come from an individual. There is much more depth with a contradictory abstraction at 3 Seconds, No Comfort—much more than you would ever find here. So go!