The Joy of Writing
I write often. Sometimes publicly, but mostly in private nooks.
I adore writing for introspection. I cherish writing for lucidity.
Writing, to me, is a bridge to the past. I embrace it to reminisce.
But why is writing such a delight?
- The Canvas of Thoughts: When I write, my mind becomes an artist, and words become my palette. Every sentence painted brings a new shade of understanding, turning abstract thoughts into tangible art.
- The Freedom of Expression: There’s an unparalleled liberation in expressing oneself through words. Writing allows me to voice sentiments, be they whispers of joy or roars of frustration, without inhibition.
- The Time Capsule: Writing is a journey back in time. Each entry, a bookmark of life’s chapters, enabling me to revisit memories, feelings, and lessons.
- The Clarity Potion: The act of writing often transforms the chaos of thoughts into a symphony of clarity. It’s as if the mere process of penning down organizes the mental clutter.
- The Therapeutic Ink: Sometimes, writing is the confidant I didn’t know I needed. It provides solace, helping me heal, grow, and sometimes, just vent.
In essence, writing is more than a hobby or task. It’s an intimate dance of the mind and soul, an embrace of the past, and a nod to the future. And that, my dear readers, is the beauty of it.
I also like to write to remember.
Photo: woman with bangs in black and white.