As always, standing in the question of silence for something to express. For the past few days, it's been like this- just this much. Just this patience I have for my dream. On contrary second-thought days, it takes time to exist, and I have only started a few days back. Self-talk isn't pity, but if it's about doubt, it is. Patience, the thing I want every single day- to write, to wait.
What I own is my silence. I own it every day, every time. Writing myself out, I found its importance in life, in the journey. Whenever I get frustrated, it helps. Whenever I question myself, it helps me find answers. Whenever I have nothing, it helps me think beyond my notions.
A few days back, I was blank. No thoughts, no words to express. I was with my companion- calmness. Lost in abstract notions and trying to find something to express- nothing. I voiced out my creative exhaustion of the day. But I didn't find myself complete that day after writing.
The gap of silence between the two blogs gave me ample time to think. To think about what I had left within me.
Later on, I realized every exhaustion is a sign. A sign to redefine everything again. Not because of flaws, but to find every possible mistake. To improve and be better with every thought. Every flaw gets rectified in the cold of calmness.
Whatever I express, my calmness knows. Even what I don't express, it knows. It's just the need of the hour to decide what to express. Maybe silence feels awkward. But for me, it's a tool to let go of every fear and hesitation. It's the power behind my courage and confidence for every thought that exists, whether incomplete or complete.
Fail. Silence. Grow. Silence. Repeat. Silence.
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