When I first created my blog, I used it mostly as a place to vent my frustrations. Although I often shared my joys and interesting ideas with the world, my blog was the place I went to when I was stricken with emotional pain, anger, horror, confusion and myriad of other emotions. Somehow, I creatively managed to convey it with a sense of humour.
However, writing about my feelings sometimes made me feel guilty, I felt like I was sharing every aspect of my personal life and showing little or no regard for the feelings or right to privacy of my loved ones (whom I often wrote about). That thought and guilt made me stop blogging early last year.
Even though I felt that hurling my thoughts headlong into the unknown for all to read was cathartic, in hindsight I realized it was also a path strewn with landmines. Therefore, I eventually stopped because I was stricken with fear at the thought of the pain I could inflict on myself and those around me.
But as I’ve said two or three times over the year, I have missed writting so much. Writing is all I’ve ever wanted to do besides reading. Writing out in the open and having people read what I have to write makes me feel so intoxicatingly alive. And that is exactly what I need to feel some days “Alive”!
Today, after I left the doctors office for a regular check up, I was itching to log into wordpress. As I sat in the waiting area, I was spinning a web of words in my mind and feeling so impatient to commit them to my blog while my emotions were so raw and fresh and new. But instead, I stood immobile waiting for the giddy exhilaration to leave my body so I can continue with the day.
By the time I got home, I had forgotten what exactly it was I wanted to write about but yet I was compelled to write. And that is how this tiny bit haywire and random post was born.
Nevertheless I am glad I wrote today. Even though I am still struggling to divine the source of my great desire to write today, I am happy that I managed to atleast convey some of my feelings.
And it feels so very right, so very natural.
N.B: I think everybody is born with a purpose. We’re all meant to do something in this world. Some people spend years to find out how to make the air around us cleaner, to save energy, to empower women in impoverished countries, to bring down a monarchy, to build an aeroplane out of tissue paper (okay I made that one up) whatever it may be , everyone in this world, I believe has a purpose. No purpose is too small or less than another.
I think my purpose is to write. I might not be the next literary heroine,sell a billion books or inspire a million souls, but along the road I will eventually discover what it is my writing can do to help make this world a better place.