No, it's not.
It's not a story; it's the truth I experienced. It's the truth I live every day. Writing, which seemed easy to me, isn't easy at all. Every day, I start writing my blog with a thought: I could. But is it easy? I don't feel so. The notions mess up. Thoughts to quit and skip revolve all around. With all of it, I try expressing myself with clarity in my notions.
A few months back, I started voicing out through words. The words that define me every day now. The words that carry every emotion and moment within them. Choosing them wasn't easy. I made mistakes. I feared acknowledging them. But once I accepted them, I found myself eager to improve. I found a silence, a peace, which I had never felt before.
I do remember my starting days, when writing felt like a task, discipline a myth, and consistency a story. But once I tried living the writing, living the voice, all my confusion started turning into clarity.
Once, while writing my blog, my device got shut down. I hadn't even saved my file. The words vanished. I got frustrated. I wasted hours thinking of quitting. But I started again, thinking that the words had vanished, not the thoughts.
That day, I wrote my silence with frustration all around. I lived my silence in those few hours of writing a blog.
Once, I was about to express what was within me. But a thought made me wait before voicing out through words. A thought to quit. A thought with a question: No response, am I improving? An unknown calmness. A doubt shook me up. But a thought for me, for myself- that I would improve; kept weight in my voice to write the blog. I wrote, thinking never to fear failure. Accept it. Learn. Try again.
Multiple thoughts, multiple moments. They aren't my stories. They are truths that made me aware of myself. The truths that made me visible to myself through my lens, my thoughts. I try to improve every flaw I find, to see myself better than before.
I feared hesitation. I feared judgment. I feared failure. However, I wrote myself, ignoring all the fears. I wrote, focusing on myself, for myself. Stories can't be lived, but experiences can.
Believe Yourself. Start. Fail. Learn. Try Again. Grow. Evolve.
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