It's been almost 6 months since I last visited this tiny world of mine!
Sudden surprises can often lift the lowest spirit; just like today's summer showers, a well-rested weekend and a beautiful evening weather. It was then that I realized I was running out of excuses to get back to writing. What better to write than about what had put a brief pause to my writing
Over the past of years, my circle of acquaintances grew broader, over the past few months I've been following many many Instagram accounts and Facebook pages of amazing poets, writers, and artists. Each one of them has been wonderful beyond words. Every time I came across such posts I started to believe in the power of words before than ever before. In less than a few lines, their words pierced through the skin- so strong and so very deep that they will never be forgotten.
When I was reflecting on this thought, it dawned on me that the feeling of being judged and the feeling of 'maybe I'm not enough' has engulfed me so tight that it's kept me away from what I've always loved; from what had been my comfort vent. I questioned myself a little more- am I truly not enough?
What a funny thing called life? We preach so much about following dreams, pursuing a passion. We tell every known fellow being and every unknown stranger to kill the fear of judgment, to shove opinions like they don't matter, to live life like we truly belong and what more! Big words and big advice! Nice to say, ain't it?
I've been no different, I realized. Right at that moment, I made a promise to myself and to the quenching rain that I'll put away all the excuses that I told myself when no one was watching, all the apprehension of not being enough and try just a little harder to be true to self!
Here's to the power of writing and power of emotions that once again showed me the dark harsh called reality. Yet, being the support system for trying better once again.
Sudden surprises can often lift the lowest spirit; just like today's summer showers, a well-rested weekend and a beautiful evening weather. It was then that I realized I was running out of excuses to get back to writing. What better to write than about what had put a brief pause to my writing
Over the past of years, my circle of acquaintances grew broader, over the past few months I've been following many many Instagram accounts and Facebook pages of amazing poets, writers, and artists. Each one of them has been wonderful beyond words. Every time I came across such posts I started to believe in the power of words before than ever before. In less than a few lines, their words pierced through the skin- so strong and so very deep that they will never be forgotten.
When I was reflecting on this thought, it dawned on me that the feeling of being judged and the feeling of 'maybe I'm not enough' has engulfed me so tight that it's kept me away from what I've always loved; from what had been my comfort vent. I questioned myself a little more- am I truly not enough?
What a funny thing called life? We preach so much about following dreams, pursuing a passion. We tell every known fellow being and every unknown stranger to kill the fear of judgment, to shove opinions like they don't matter, to live life like we truly belong and what more! Big words and big advice! Nice to say, ain't it?
I've been no different, I realized. Right at that moment, I made a promise to myself and to the quenching rain that I'll put away all the excuses that I told myself when no one was watching, all the apprehension of not being enough and try just a little harder to be true to self!
Here's to the power of writing and power of emotions that once again showed me the dark harsh called reality. Yet, being the support system for trying better once again.
