Writing did it. Finally, a child with many thoughts got a space bridging the gap between me and myself. Numerous notions didn't just sit in the corner of my mind. They voiced themselves out every day and evolved whenever required. No hesitation, no overthinking; it's just me enjoying my own company.
Expressing myself through words isn't easy. Words carry emotions from the wonderful moments I had been feeling. A single wrong word ruins the emotion of a thought. A thought coming out of the web of notions needs to be presented simply and raw. I use words, sentences, and phrases to communicate with myself.
I was never truly myself earlier; I realized it later. Earlier, I never accepted my flaws or my thoughts and never tried to improve them. I didn't even notice them. The day I questioned my hesitation, my voice proved the existence of thoughts by writing them raw. It was the day I laid the foundation for bridging the space between me and myself.
Once the journey started, thoughts came and went without fear of judgment. As the days passed, blogs started reflecting me. What I had not seen with my eyes, writing helped me see. I understood where I had to improve, helping me become better with my views. I didn't carry my streak; it's writing that supported it.
When chaos affects me, silence feels a bit confusing. However, it helps me observe each of my experiences with curiosity. Hours of quietness are a luxury and help match actions with thoughts. The first time, it felt calm. The second time, it felt like curiosity. But over time, it started feeling questionable.
Once I understood my patterns of expression, I redefined myself to grow. I am chasing completeness, but I found myself in between. I became much more self-aware these days than earlier. Every single moment started carrying something worth understanding. The space seems to be filling with every passing effort.
The day my voice gave me words, I found myself.
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