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 ...