Writing Without Meaning: Why Not Everything Needs to Make Sense

Meaning doesn't exist, words do. Without them, meaning is useless. All things don't make sense all the time, but words have their own meaning. Sometimes I write the same words, but they don't have the same meaning at all. Emotions and feelings define the meaning of the words. This time, I didn't want to explain something- no lessons, no takeaways, just me and my words.

I do observe myself, but only when I write myself out. Thoughts come, I write, and I don't observe them much to understand their meaning. The more time I take, the more thoughts fly without becoming words in blogs. I didn't control my thoughts, didn't even force myself to think about meaningful incidents. It's just me, my experiences, my words, my improvement; everything flows through writing- not around me.

Silence has been my biggest supporter from the start. Every learning has been rooted in it. I made mistakes and became silent; I experienced moments and became silent, but when I understood, I didn't remain silent- I expressed myself. However, sometimes more of it has compelled me to redefine it.

Emptiness was a part of it and somehow it exists somewhere even now. But when I understood that to grow, I had to raise my standards. Knowing my limitations, I raised my bars, leaving that loud emptiness behind. I wrote what I had experienced, but I didn’t try to understand that moment.

Even calm thinking sometimes turns into chaos. Every thought isn't slow; they are instant. Thinking takes time, writing them out with trust gives confidence to think more creatively and be curious to learn, observe, and write. I let randomness exist without any control.

The freer my words are, the less hesitant I become while expressing them loudly. Everything doesn't always make sense, but their existence makes sense to many other notions. Everything need not be understood deeply; I stopped doing it more. Thoughts jump with my growth, so do my words.

Being in the flow of improvement, words enjoy more than me. Maybe meaning doesn’t exist- but words still stay.

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