…write, write and write!

These days, there is an urge to write. Write and write. I have no clue about what to write. Just write – that’s what my brain signals. Like every other time, I try to drown it in front of the screen, but not this time and not the next time. I want to express myself. Communicate what it wants to communicate freely. And that’s why I have taken these papers. Write freely. If something comes out that shouldn’t be preserved, it can always be torn away. Else it will go in my file – punched and filed with the date to validate and lay a claim on the time, it was written. The date, later on helps me to figure out the time that these thoughts belong to. They also provide a benchmark to compare – then and now! Have I evolved or have I regressed?

I wonder why do I write? Who gave me the flow of thoughts to express myself? Why is there this urge to express? Like all other folks, why don’t I just flow with life – I mean, why do I need to observe, feel and show the world through my eyes and my perspective? The world can pass by unnoticed, without attaching feelings to it, or drawing inferences of the experiences! But I tend to do just the opposite. I see, observe, feel, mull over it at a subconscious level, and then like to express it, share it with the world. That urge to be seen is no longer there, and thus, I do not post these on personal windows, but I still want to share and like to be appreciated, though being appreciated is no longer the motive to write. 

I am blessed with this creative streak to write and thus I write…