I write because
1. I love writing
2. it gives clarity to my thoughts
3. it gives me a sense of purpose
4. I can be myself
5. that is the easiest thing to do!
6. I don’t have to worry about convincing anyone
7. I won’t be stopped midline with a counter point
8. that is one of the skills I am good at
9. I am more focused when I do
10. it amazes me with the power of vocabulary
11. it makes me realize many of my convictions look weird once it is out on the paper
12. it humbles me with the depth and breadth of knowledge that is beyond me
13. it makes me more mindful of the everyday events
14. it makes me see the road as a path to travel, not as the means to my destination
15. it gives a fresh perspective to long forgotten moments
16. there is no right or wrong
17. it is not the only thing I do
18. it takes minimal resources
19. it makes use of my most coveted organ
20. I get stuck and get a break
21. it frees me from my emotional deposits
22. it gives a chance to my public self to be more in line with my real self
23. I can always edit
24. I can do it anytime
25. it makes me welcome my mood swings as mostly it triggers a writing session
26. it makes me wonder the power of brain to correlate seemingly unrelated things
27. it amuses me with the evolutionary path I had been through so far
28. I get more ideas to write when I write
29. I want to!
I was responding to the #everydayinspiration. Most of my above reasons are for writing/journaling in general, not necessarily blogging. I thought of penning down 10 reasons, ended up at 29. On re-reading I find some are similar, but leaving them as they are because this is how my brain responded to the question! How does yours?
We, as a family, believe in tithing. It is not religious, but a matter of principle. Every now and then, a relative would come in our list of recipients. My mental agony starts! In my mind, tithing fund is already spent; I don’t consider it as money we have. If that is true, then I shouldn’t have any afterthoughts on who receives the fund. But I have and am trying to figure out why.
Today I am feeling particularly bold, if revealing one’s name and pic is considered an extremely daring feat 😉
I am a branded introvert from time immemorial. Whenever my family introduced me to others, they had a tailpiece that went something like this : ‘she doesn’t speak much / she is a bit quiet/shy/reserved ‘; you get the drift. Not at all blaming my family, but this type casting was so much of a norm for me that I grew up living up to that expectation. It was something that defined me, a definition I strived to keep intact. I chose friends who were equally reserved; I was praised for the ‘nice’ group I hang out with. I avoided events where I would be expected to speak up; my parents were relieved that I wouldn’t go to any unfamiliar settings. But was I really an introvert?
“Live like a tourist” – whatsapp status message of one of my friends. As with all simple messages, isn’t there a deeper meaning in these four words?