Writing makes memories for-ever

Why even write?

Why I started writing!

Lots of thing in my head

Hi there, this is my first blog post. :sweat_smile:

It’s June’18, 2019 and I am writing from Bangalore where I have come on leave from my office. Too many things in my mind to write about, that I can think of in parallel. But before that series starts, I think I owe an explanation on why to write (to motivate others) and why should someone read me.

I have a very successful life (wrt career, bank balance, salary, happy parents, settled sisters, future family plannings, cute niece and two noisy nephews), but there are things which are bothering to me before I decided to let them flow. Arguing in favour of writing, I may sound weird by claiming that I have wasted 27 years & 3 months exactly in my life as I often lack clarity on what I want to do next. I may sound angry at times in my tone, sometimes being a software engineer, it comes naturally LoL, or maybe because I am just being honest. It’s also true that there is a hollowness in me, I am not sure where to share, whom to tell, so I wrote to express and to validate my thoughts. Not that my stories would be very out-of-the-world types (Not sure pls!), just that the feel of writing is exciting.

I feel every person lives a unique life but the perceived challenges could be more or less the same. For example I may be anxious about my class test scores all my childhood but in fact, I am just anxious and my story on how I dealt with that could help others in need. Okay, I know there would be problems in discovering my poor blog on the internet with my friends only being the first visitors, but it’s enough if it’s read by even a few. Ideas never die! Whether we go through our highs and lows, we always have something to teach others.

One more thing I feel is that we have a solution to all the problems, but it’s in our heads. We just close doors of fresh air and get clogged up by our problems in a loop and I personally find it difficult to get out of that zone and lay down my thoughts to practice. With writing, atleast I will documents what I think even if I do not follow all of it. Whenever I would cry as a kid, I would continue to be sad for no reason before someone cracks a joke for me. My family members especially uncle, sisters, grandparents entertained this for some time, and after a few years (maybe after class 6th - 10 years age) people just stopped entertaining me. After some days, I myself stopped crying for little things since it had little to no effect in getting chocolates in return.

I think that most likely I would die unimportant for most people that they would care to write about me. Or like all those people who are dead and we would never be able to hear about them, no matter what they would have done. Or maybe by the time I could gain importance with years of dedicated work (which is unlikely!), I would certainly lose track of my silly stories that I still have rather fresh in my mind.

I want to have contributed to the world in whatever ways possible and believe that my work is rich and helpful than just to have expressed dissatisfaction at everything. So, here are my Clouds of Thought for you. :blush: :heart:

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