Introspection via pen. .

 It’s like always when I sit with pen and paper, thoughts are many but only few take shape of words. Sometimes writing about feelings helps when life has taken turns and changed dimensions. It emphasizes the obvious that time extricates events of your life and what you respond to them makes you the ultimate you.

To give explanations to certain things that happened in my life has always remained bit difficult for me. I just know events took their course and they just happened.The demise of my beloved granny and hard times in family are some of those events that occurred in my life recently (I have survived that and things are a lot better now). And you know it’s always your battle. You are all alone sorting it out for yourself. It is you who goes through a particular turn of events and people can only ‘try to’understand you. They never experience what you go through so how do you expect them to ‘understand’. Cribbing and looking crest fallen is worsening enough. You need to figure what to and who you are at that particular measure of time.

Turn of events and pages
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To aid myself out of such situations I started jotting what I felt like. It was when I was fifteen I started writing dairy entries and my feelings about situations. And trust me; every time I do it I meet a new girl inside me. Those girls inside me are are hysterical,insane, immature, not particularly buoyant when it comes to sea of emotions, funny and at times insightful. The habit continues but it’s been long since I have vented any form of sentiment through my pen. The way it used to be done earlier. Anyways when I return back to that it’s always an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

The time has changed me or I have changed myself with time it’s tough to say about this dilemma especially when I am hunting self amid all the circumstances. But I do find a lot about myself.

Penning down your ideas, dreams and thoughts is like having an exchange of pleasantries with your innermost self. It’s always fulfilling and enriching. It’s one of the things that connect me to sheer happiness. I love to see my journal’s pages inked with words of my heart. I love going through them sometimes in leisure, it always provides me with the sense of self-discovery. I get a fresh view towards life.

Hopes, spontaneity and my journal. .

Introspection via pen always brings out simultaneous thoughts on paper and spontaneous me!!!!!! What do you do when you feel like you need to vent?? I would love to know. Share with me in comments.