I am not a writer. I do not aim to inspire or move others by my writing. What I write is usually a monologue I have with myself. One of the main reasons I write is because, writing helps me get my thoughts in order. Usually there’s so much going on in my mind that I find it difficult to understand what exactly I am thinking about. Writing is my way of organizing myself, concentrating on a topic at hand without digressing and reaching a conclusion.
More often than not I end up writing when I’m sad, lonely or depressed. Hopefully, I always try not to let that reflect in my writing. When I write, there is no pretense. What I feel is what comes out clear and strong. And this is one of the main reasons I do not blog frequently. I feel vulnerable opening my deepest feelings in public. I know this sounds funny considering the fact that I only have like 5 posts put up. But this is probably the most honest post I’ve put up till date. (Consider this a justification to all my friends and readers, about why I refuse to write).
Till date I was under the impression that the only people who read the stuff I wrote, was my dear friend and advisor, Mr. Pinto and me. Today I had the good fortune to find out that there are other people too in the world outside who seem to take an interest in what I have to say. Needless to say (for today at best) I’m motivated enough to at least put up one more post.
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Yes, there are others like me who are reading you loud and clear. So keep blogging, okay? Although, Ayn Rand did say 'Everyone has the right to make his own decision/s, but none has the right to force his decision on others' from VoS.
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