I feel the best when I feel free
The beauty of the bare night sky will always amaze me more than crowded dance bars.
The afternoons I can spend curled up in my couch and reading my favourite books are when I feel the most alive.
The feel of fresh air and the smell of flowers interest me more than the best perfume stores.
A little time with my close ones relieves me more than spending my evenings in front of the screen.
Looking at the waves come and go lets me experience the kind of solitude I would want to live for.
Giving myself the time I need and finding my ways to actualise the real meaning of ‘happy’ for my own self means more than anything to me.
Letting my hair fly free, letting myself get lost in the breeze, I feel like the petals of dandelions rising swiftly in the air.
The past few days have been a little difficult for me. At times, all of us may face situations wherein we feel life’s a complete mess. Everything around seems dull and nothing helps to get out of that feeling.
When you feel you haven’t figured out the uncertainties and have no idea of the path ahead.
But gradually, I realised that it is nothing so much severe and all it takes for us is a little hope and a little time.
Find ways to engage yourselves and stay positive.
To my rescue, I talked with family, friends and loved ones and those conversations are a sure shot for making me feel okay.
I tried to binge on some interesting shows, went for an outing with my cousin and suddenly felt happy.
There are tough times but you will always get through them.
At the end, it’s the simple things in life that matter.
At the end, I continue to stick to what I love the most- I write!
I am a different person when I write. Writing for me doesn’t mean jotting down with my pen or merely typing. Writing for me is pouring my thoughts,expressing my feelings. It is like conveying it all to someone I fully trust (though there is no one I really do :P). So I put it all down, giving myself in…striving, crying, laughing and expressing it all. As a famous quote says “there is nothing to writing. you just sit at the typewriter and bleed.” Art never comes from happiness but for me, it surely brings me closer to happiness. When I am done writing, I feel as if I have told it all to someone I really love. I am ‘me’only when I write. May it be pain or in vain. I can’t be the same person all the time. Call me a split personality if you want to but it is actually not possible or even real. If i were to be the same person always, I would never have all the people talking to me. I would be considered as someone out of their senses. But I am a writer and therefore I am not sane. Writing does to me what no one else can. So I can never really be ‘that someone’with you.
feeling weird. Right?
it’s good to give a thought sometimes 😛