Flashing back my past, I wonder how
life had taken me to a completely different path. If those few seconds weren't there in my
life, probably I wouldn't write this- probably I wouldn't exist at all. And
now...”Now what?” I ask myself every day.
“Do I have to fake to live?”
“No. I am just trying to accept
myself and change the way I am.”
“Why? Don’t you like yourself?”
“No. I love myself.” I would reply.
(Talking to myself sometimes helps me)
It is fine if you have to
scribble....It is fine if you look thin or fat....It is fine if people claim
that you yell instead of singing... It is fine....The most beautiful things you
wanted are not so easy to get. Coming to
think of it, I wish I could write really well. There have been times when I
have got really perturbed and agitated, but I have never dared to doubt my
passion....Never given a second thought to it.
I have learned to love the feeling now....the
feeling of writing when the long pointed pen starts to kiss each word and
embrace the paper, and finally helps the
writer in wearing a smile on one’s face.
What more will I prepare to ask for?
thats passion :) i feel good to read this post :) keep goin :)
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