Writing my heart out!

Writing vents all that is stagnant deep inside. Words become therapy and mind feels a certain comfort. You don't want to fight, you are weary of it. But you want to let it out, then what better a medium than writing can come to your aid!

Scribble, even if it makes no sense to others. If it heals you, so be it. You don't write because there are readers, you write to feel at ease. The encumbrance just dwindles away, slowly with each word and line. From your dazed mind it just fades away, even if it stays on the paper, the effect it had is no more. It isn't as serious or hurting as it was when your heart was carrying it's burden. And it's there, to revisit and remember how calmly you fought your battles.

"It's easy for a writer to say this", is this what you are thinking? I would like to differ. It's not a therapy for a writer alone. Try writing a journal or a diary. I bet you would feel the same. Once you decide to vent it out, the medium isn't primary. But how it takes away the anxiety, or the agitation or apprehensiveness, is what makes it essential. So it's an anybody's job. 

"Words are free. It's how you use them that may cost" - Unknown.

There are times you don't wish to cause unnecessary dissensions. You are hurt but you don't want to hurt the other person and make him suffer like you. You value the person even if they may seem not to value you anymore. There may be thousands of reasons for them, but you don't want to give a reason to make things worse. And so, something deep inside is bothering you. Words do magic! Poetry, prose, anything. All the hate, pain, anguish, everything seems to get blended into a poetry and metamorphose to a soothing calm format.

Has it happened to you? Oh! It happens to me every time. My words don't always reflect my state of mind. But yes, they help me in many a way, most of the times. When I am struggling, they become my anchor. When I am upset, they become my cheerleader. When I feel unimportant, they become my encourager. When I feel lonely, they become my friend and when I feel lost, they become my GPS.

"Remember your words can plant gardens or burn forests down" - Gemma troy.

I don't decide that I will write today or I will write about this today. It's the words that come knocking at my door. And when I let them in, they just flow, like river, quenching my thirst. I may not always find beautiful words to describe beautiful things. But I try to put in effort to be meaningful. Remember in the process I am easing my heart, not always pleasing the readers. 

Whether I get a like or a heart or a comment, or may be I don't get any, it won't stop me from penning my thoughts. There are compassionate souls around me though, who keep encouraging me. Some are consistent, some may not be that regular. But they make it sure that I know they are there. It's an elated feeling no doubt when people read you and convey the feedback. They may agree with your thoughts or disagree, but when they let you know that they are reading, that's all that matters.

So I take this opportunity to thank all those who have been following me, reading my work, giving me feedbacks, appreciating or having a difference of opinion. And also those who don't read my posts, you too have given me important life lessons on 'what not to do' here after. 

Thankyou!

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