KRISHNA WRITES....

Felt low, felt blank, felt hesitation; but never described. I did mention them but never explained what emotions I had felt or experienced. Silence has been a comfort space for me to handle all circumstances. Feelings and emotions could only be felt; they can't be demonstrated through some words. Every day’s blog is all about exploring my voice on this writing journey. A voice which was wrapped with layers of hesitation and fear of judgment before is now free to express anytime, anywhere. On this journey, I understood how an expressing voice differs from an explaining voice. Expressing feels like just expelling all thoughts politely from the library of the brain. But explaining is just like reading expelled books to readers. When I started writing, expressing was my first and foremost goal. It's the only reason I chose my first topic as “starting as a beginner without any experience.” For me, blogs are expressed and shared, not explained. I also didn't understa...

Every day is not the same despite having twenty-four hours in common. Emotions couldn't be the same all the time, nor could thoughts be the same. Then why think every day would be meaningful? Passing days don't feel the same every time now; they carry their own plot and end with it. It depends on me how I would extract something valuable from the day. If something unexpected is experienced, then it is definitely a productive day. Writing helps capture those experiences and document them for myself. I don't allow expectations to define my effort. Maintaining the same efforts regularly while thinking for improvement is most meaningful to me. A day with low energy doesn't define its value, but a day filled with courageous endeavour carries significance for me. Consistent effort is the most thrilling, exciting, and joyous thing which writing helps me do. It helps me explore myself a bit more every day. That feeling could only be sensed when I write daily withou...

Standing between two thoughts doesn't define confusion. It's the stage where clarity comes. Maybe they are opposite to each other, but understanding both gives wider perspectives. Knowledge of both gives an idea to think further about them, or just leave them, or improve them. I do contradict myself many times but never get upset or avoid thinking about the other side. I accept the irregularities of views and opinions and try to improve them with time. Contradictions are not gaps; they are just speed breakers to slow down irregular and complex thoughts. I love when two thoughts collide and create chaos. Both look valid, but finding which one fits best with my words is a difficult task. Writing doesn't just let me express myself, but it also helps me identify the intents of thoughts. Understanding the plots and views changes when I write down all those thoughts, and I choose whichever suits best with my learnings and experiences. While writing a few days back, I...

Finally, the gap has been bridged; a gap between me and myself. Right now, I am on the same page my actions are; my thoughts match them. I didn't know anything, not even about myself. Now I know a bit about myself; a beginning tale of exploration. It's not just a journey but a process that makes me different every day, better than yesterday. Every day I am a different person; not in terms of behaviour, but thoughts for sure. Thoughts, opinions, and perspectives are different from previous ones, or maybe improved. The better I understand my flaws, the more I improve. Writing blogs for the first few days was a difficult task. Quite the opposite of my perspective before expressing thoughts. I used to write raw thoughts with a bit of grammatical errors. Days later, when vague thoughts slowed down the speed, I started learning from circumstances and mistakes. With time, perspectives changed, grammatical errors started declining, and many more changes began. Hesitation dr...

Every day doesn't feel the same, nor do the learnings remain the same. The more I try exploring, the more experience I gain. The more the options, the more the opportunity to express. But choosing the right one feels like searching for a needle in sand. Choice is a word carrying ice within but doesn't give us cooling. Instead, it gives confusion, hesitation, anxiousness, nervousness, and sometimes regret too. Too many different options, too many thoughts; but choosing what matters the most is difficult. Isn't it? I had very bad experiences with alternatives. Some days felt empty, some days overwhelming. A few days back, while writing, I felt blank; there was not a single choice. But the very next day, I was carrying a bunch of thoughts to share. While experiencing this situation, I understood how awareness among choices works. Awareness didn't only help me to write but also shaped my path and direction to think further. Every moment is different, every persp...

Challenges over silence; asking not only introduces questions, but also gives a path to answers. A voice with thoughts that may be correct or incorrect couldn't be identified without expressing them. Talking to myself turned out to be the reason for my learnings. Had I not talked, nor shared my experiences, I wouldn't have felt this journey. Self-talk isn't pity, but it takes us to a pit of knowledge; the brain. A pit filled with much more than expected and unexpected tales. It sometimes feels like a podcast with myself, a bit of curiosity not letting the brain think beyond the topic. Talking to others and getting feedback could only make me learn my mistakes. But when I talk to myself, I learn the process to improve. It might feel like an easy task, but it is the most difficult one. True opinions have layers of lies over them, hiding in any corner of the brain. Being too soft with myself hides the truth I need to face. An incident that taught me the importan...