Words.

Originally posted on Jan 15, 2020.

I thought, you might want to read this as I’ve been talking with writers who are feeling the same way like I did when I wrote this.

A day of bad writing is always better than a day of no writing. – Don Roff

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This was one of the highly inspirational quotes about overcoming writer’s block that I came across while searching for a push for me to write. It’s been quite a long time that I haven’t written something worth reading.

As a matter of fact, the ‘Add Title‘ block is staring at me with a ridiculous smile, mocking me for my unawareness about the subject I’m trying to write about. But for now, let’s not think about a topic, and just focus on letting out some emotions.

Over time, constantly blaming my schedule for being unable to write had become my favourite excuse for getting out of ‘please write more’ requests. Maybe because I could say it, hoping no one would judge me for my inability to scribble.

After all, opting disguise over ranting has always been my motto in life.

I would, like anyone else, act as if everything was fine even when it wasn’t. All the pretentious smiles when the heart kept bleeding inside.

I wonder who taught us to fake our feelings when we could just be real and make our life as simple as it could be. But who am I to complain? I’m one of the culprits too.

I remember strolling on the terrace back home, believing life was beautiful.

Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon and feeling the cold breeze was my pure delight.

I was smitten by the view of evenings turning into night, the raindrops escaping the overcast sky, and the warmth of the sun rays falling on my face in winters. That’s what peace was for me.

I was an unconfined early morning bird which kept chirping irrespective of the number of people listening.

I was least bothered by what words I used and which feelings I expressed.

But now, I see people building up their expectations about me and my writing. They tell me to showcase the so-called “talent” that I have.

But how will they know that it’s not a talent? It’s not a power. It’s just pure love. And we don’t brag about love.

We can only feel it. And if you can feel the power of words, then you possess a talent worth sharing.

The life that I am living right now is no less than a luxury. No no.. not what you think. No big bungalow, black Maserati, or diamond rings. I don’t need materialistic things to make my life complete, of course. I’m royal in my own way.

I’m royal in the writers’ world.

Having millions of thoughts, thousands of words, hundreds of stories, and a truckload of feelings are my treasured possession.

Then, why would I surf the internet for motivation to write?

Well! I don’t need a reason to write for myself but the will to pen down words publicly.

Anyway, I found a way to cope up with this –

Keep Writing, No Matter What.

I’ve always had my doubts about posting my work because I used to think that nobody can understand me.

But then, I found a soul mate who continuously motivated me to write and became a reason for my immense love for words; my human diary.

However, I’ll talk about that person some other day. And for today, I conclude my ‘bad writing’ with a quote that I hope we all can live by.

A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper. – E. B. White

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