I write, therefore I am

Things have been oddly off lately. There has a been a unresolved chaos trespassing my heart and forcing me to wander in search of an answer.

I think I figured it out this morning and decided to unravel the mystery here, in form of words. Yes, words have solved the most existential problems in my life. Even when I was not a writer, I was a writer. I used to write to feel every emotion in life since I was a child.

In the last one month, I have changed my life. Big decisions, bigger risks, grand dreams. The beginning of giant transformations look messy. Suddenly from sipping chai in my most comfortable pyjamas to hustling 24X7, learning daunting things, embracing discomfort and passing out with shockingly tired mind and body, it surely has been challenging.

There was a strange sort of emptiness that I felt all along. The chaos presented a question all the time. I couldn’t decipher, abashedly. Now, I know. I have missed writing, I have missed reshaping my emotions, from simply being feelings in my heart to presenting them into words.

As I write today, I feel at peace. A feeling I have missed dearly in the last one month. Come hell or high water, I cannot leave writing, no matter where life takes me tomorrow.

That makes me think, our chaos, the emptiness inside, the odd silences that scream in our head, they speak to us. They are trying to show us the path to light and peace. They are our saviors, not enemies. Chaos comes to help us find peace, Emptiness hit us to help us find the whole. Darkness walks in our lives paving way for the light.

Here’s me promising myself to write more, to write every day.

Cheers!
Thoughtstreets