A Year without Writing

It’s been more than a year never wrote anything. I just gave a try not to write, for a year. And it pulled me back! For some habits, you are the habit for your own habit. I’ve no idea how I expressed this with my broken English! I mean, you can’t get rid of some good habits that is rooted to your deep being. It’s like, we stop to dream, but the dream itself gets us into its world. The reason behind is, I lost the sense and reason to write, trying to present something for readers even though there are no readers nowadays, especially the reading is replaced by reeling on social media platforms.

Each day I was like, it doesn’t make sense to consume and waste words for some unorganized and no-clue imaginations! Nobody is interested to read self-expressed imaginations, and I think every human being experiences their own inner world.

But I was wrong! I was wrong the whole year of not writing anything. I felt like I am killing the flow of life in me. I came back to the writing realizing that we don’t have to write for someone or a specific audience! We don’t need a clue, a sense, an address and a hit point to write something. I realized, I have a lot to express, I have a lot to share and to shed them as words. It does not require any audience, and the writing should be just writing itself I think. It’s like emptying yourself from stored emotions, memories, annoying thoughts, beautiful imaginations caged to our cells! Writing is, to give shape, live, color, life….in your imaginations and thoughts. It’s like watching your own mind in a page, giving your mind an order how to think and imagine vividly and more precise. Writing is, deblurring your blurred world.

It pulled me back, because it’s a healthy self-therapy! The way a pianist presses those black and whites keys and plays his stored melody in his head, writing is the same, but in silence!

There are a lot of common miseries we experience them in this miserable world, I guess writing them down and sharing them is a beautiful thing that makes you feel you are not only the one who is suffering, every human being is born to suffer. I know what I am writing does not make any sense, but it doesn’t have to!

But does looking for a sense, make sense? Half of our life is gone in search of senses not knowing that we are ignoring another side of the coin which is nonsense! There are a lot of beautiful nonsense to live by.

We can be our own readers too and I think we read deeper our own words than someone else’s written words. Writing is a healthy ancient habit of human being ever appeared. And once this habit hits your brain, you can’t get rid of it, and you don’t have to because it causes no cancer!

As said, sharing is caring, writing is also a care to give a feeling to someone else in another corner of the world that you are not alone what a human being experiences in the east or in the west! We don’t have eastern or western grief, it’s just the same all over the world. The pain, the pressure and the suffering, the process of shedding tears, all the same! Writing is breaking down all the boundaries and it’s a human-to-human exchange of feelings, experiences sense and nonsenses! And I found it’s the most beautiful thing to write them down.