Everything is not meant to be written; some things are better left undisclosed. Words are enemies of moments that carry a bunch of feelings and emotions within them. Some experiences change when words touch them. No more curiosity, no more words; only raw thoughts that don't want themselves to be voiced out. They all feel real only in silence.
No more explanations for every thought. I didn't want to detach from the thoughts defining the path from confusion to clarity. They lose meaning within themselves when I try to voice them out; emotions disappear. Not every one of them wants to become a story; they just want to be themselves, nothing else.
I had felt amazing experiences on this writing journey. Some of them I expressed, but others didn't want themselves to be in the blog. They remained out of words, strengthening my voice with much more honesty. I tried writing a few of them, but they never got completed. Without getting revealed, they reflected me.
Remembering those wonderful moments, I couldn't gather my thoughts into a blog. A question bothered me- what to say? Without saying anything, they corrected my flaws and improved me. The unwritten parts still shape me and show the path to my consistency. Silence doesn't question endless secret memories.
A few days back, I was thinking of sharing a few of those emotions. Hours of effort couldn't even let out a sentence for the blog. I could sense them, but couldn't express them truthfully. Writing reflected, but feelings revealed them. Not every truth survives translation into words.
Some moments changed me without giving me anything to write about. Maybe the most important experiences are the ones I never expressed fully. Quietness carried all of them within itself.
The unwritten parts understand me more than the written ones.
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