These days I feel sorry when I look at this space. I am not doing any justice to this blog. I jut write what ever I feel like don’t even bother to think over it again, my posts have become irregular and meaningless, words don’t come to me easily now!
I have written some meaningful posts (At least I think so) when I am detached from the world. These days I am more into worldly matters. I think this is absolutely fine, but I cannot loose my self in the jungle of relationships again. I know they become messy when I get too much attached to them. It has been proven in my case, a lot of times.
After enjoying all the mushy messages, mails, talks I want to go back to my own den, where in I just try to be with my self. The need for that silence makes me invariably open MS Word (these days I hardly open my diary!) and start typing. Once I am done with the word flow I just spread them here.
These days although I open MS word ,the number of words which can be spread have decreased remarkably. It’s one of the situations when I hate my self. I console my self saying that I will start getting hold of ‘them’ in some time and I keep on typing. But in the end when I read it once, I can not fool around my self saying that they are good enough and deserve a place on this blog. So I just close the document with out saving it.
That makes me feel horrible about my self, loosing my ability to be myself and loosing my ability to express is my worst fear.
Today after a long time, I am at peace with my self and hence I feel this post will be comparatively better than the recent ones.
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