No matter what the day is, I know I am on this journey for myself, not for anything that has to be counted. I forget the numbers, but notice the change quietly. Improvement doesn't shout; it becomes visible whenever I need it. What I was before is totally different from what I am today.
I don't count myself through streaks anymore. I enjoy being expressive every day, and the flow carries the journey now. Earlier, numbers were for consistency, but writing took over and the flow carried the streak.
I remember how desperate I used to be for clarity in my thoughts and improvement in my mistakes. I experienced wonderful moments on this journey. Every moment signaled me one simple thought: stop chasing numbers and enjoy the process I had been in—expressing myself through words.
Enjoying every bit of my moments is something that gives me clarity in my thoughts. Every new perspective had evolved from an old one, so why count? Adding something new to the same thought every time is the change, not something to be counted.
Emotions were missing initially on the journey. Once they joined, every moment became a learning, something that doesn't have value to be counted. Silence and a long pause between thoughts clear the fog of notions; that is something I notice, not the day I understood it.
When quietness redefined itself, all meanings turned out to be different. I did the same with my progress. I don't see my achievement through writing for an enormous number of days. I see it through how much I had evolved during this period and where I still lack.
I am not good with numbers, but my writing ensures what it has to reflect every single day. It adds something new consistently within me. I don't want to continue my streak through numbers, but through change instead.
I don't shape the journey; it's the journey that has been shaping me.
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