“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”  

Franz Kafka

It is with great regret that I realize how much I had abandoned what I loved and enjoyed in myself and this world. writing, writing is the most beautiful forms of expression. For the individual himself, it is quite, it is still, one can simply write and there shan’t be a single worry in this world at that moment, as he is writing. Now he might be tormented by something, he might be excited, he might be jaded, but the paper is always there to listen and consume all that he has to say. truly beautiful. I now realize how much I had abandoned myself for the past year for simply not writing as much. What a terrible waste of poeticism. A person as me only finds connection to his paper, anything other than that is an utter dishonesty, for I can only be genuine when I am writing. and I can write for hours, days, months and there will still be things to write about. I suppose you never really know how far you had wandered until you came back.

It is never about having a lot to say, but rather discovering how much you can say. I heard that at a podcast and honestly I couldn’t agree more. Many have asked me how do I write so much, how am I always writing, and the answer is : I honestly don’t know, I begin to write and something else takes over. nevertheless, it does take some training to find that writing flow, as it is the case with anything new.

Everyone has a unique form of expressing, that is how art is created, however, writing is at the disposal of anyone who can read. as soon as one begins to write, words start to flow. Words that are obscure to the conscious mind. with every sentence written, a bridge to our deepest wounds, motives and beliefs is brightened.