Is it a joke?
No, what I forget isn't a joke anymore. Forgetting keeps happening to me. It gave me endless thoughts to free myself from the web of creativity. What once seemed like a worry was the very thing that planned to pull me out of my comfort zone.
Once I write words out loudly, I try to let them slip out of myself. What I do intentionally has been helping me become better over time itself. A small effort to move on is the root of new experiences and new observations from scratch.
Experience. Think. Write. Forget. Rethink. Rewrite. It isn't a habit anymore; it's the process that defines the continuity of my journey.
Once what I experience no longer remains in thoughts, it comes out through words. But once the words are out, I try forgetting my notions for much more evolved versions of them. I started thinking I had to continue every thought. But it doesn't always need to happen.
A new start every day gives me the courage to show what I knew I had learned on this writing journey.
Old me, old experiences, old understandings, old words- but new perspectives every day. New perspectives help me evolve through every learning from the moments I felt. A few days back, I forgot to stay silent. The next day, I started writing my blog by questioning the calmness and patience of the previous day.
When I hesitated, I forgot. When I feared judgment, I forgot. When I was silenced, I forgot. When I questioned, I forgot. When I improved, I forgot. I forget, but the process remembers to grow.
I start the next day by writing out my new voice, not the one I left the previous day. I forget the urge to quit and start again every day.
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