I stopped. I stopped thinking too many thoughts at a time. I stopped fearing judgment. I stopped fearing making mistakes. What I was yesterday, I am not today. Writing improved me, evolved me within a few days of expressing. Expressing me to myself. Expressing my voice through words. Expressing what moments taught me about being myself. With thousands of thoughts, I had lost myself. The day writing took a stand for me, the tables turned. Things started sorting themselves out simply, with no more confusion. Clarity followed when I started writing. Confusion disappeared when mistakes were acknowledged; when I accepted myself. Accepted what I am and what I could be. A hope to be the one I could be motivates me every new day. It motivates me not to skip what I started, introducing me to myself. When the messed-up notions cleared, curiosity and creativity knocked on my door. They pushed me to rethink my definitions. The definition of discipline and consistency I am trying to fol...
Definitely, it's true. Every day is a new start. It starts with new hope. With new motivation. With new consistency. With new thoughts. A bad yesterday doesn't define today or tomorrow. Each day is different, whether in experiences or flaws. The notions never match each other. That's how curiosity and creativity work for me. I know voicing out myself isn't easy. But when every moment is new, every mistake is different, it doesn't look difficult to express. New thoughts, just as they are, raw. A few days back, when blankness covered all my notions, it didn't feel good. But did it happen every day? No. The next day, I wasn't blank. I had my thoughts to express. The hazy hope became visible again. The hope to be consistent, to be disciplined. Despite numbness, I got something new to express and gave words a voice. Every day starts with a question. Is today better than yesterday? The question that gives clarity over confusion. The question that keeps...