"What Makes You Tick?"

An old proverbial quest which many including myself had that vulnerability, that kind of mystical effect women had asked may be to some periodically; for me, this impenetrable question just got my heartbeat swinging once. And it remained a colossal quest because men who don't look up to God are self-absorbed & intolerably deceitful. My pensive thought.

So what makes you tick? Is it that your ways are eccentric and therefore appealing? Or is it your sense of invincibility at times? And may be, your wit that humored me? Lastly, I could have" sworn," you didn't have any of these...You didn't have to. What I got through it is what enamored my muse in writing. That so called "tick" is the driving force, enough, that even it still lingers, will always be the passionate "catch" of my personal taste.. For that, writers really are the conduit of someone's soul. It's hard to imagine or visualize words in concrete form; for me anyway. They catapult my precepts to more than conjectures...

Even as a Christian who constantly seeking what other truth behooves me Today is still a big part of me as one that epitomizes words, thoughts, ideas as much substance as I want to ensue in my writing. I don't know if being totally candor about emotions makes me tick or leave the unmasking to the ones that behold perceptions worth seizing even only for a moment.

Well I guess, the raindrops coupled with the right breeze that is still pouring is the unexpected muse why I'm writing this morning. For whatever rich metaphor the rain brings at this moment, all I can say is that--it makes me wanna go back to those rainy days when childhood was and still is the best playground of incepting the purity of dreams in our minds. I know every soul goes back to revisit how it all begun...Pause for a moment of truth. It might suffice the difference in your quest.

Just a thought anyway...so , what makes you tick?

Have a Blessed Monday