The joys of writing are innumerable. As I sit and ponder over the many questions that arise in my daily life and surroundings, I like to write. Its not for the purposes of mere documentation, or recollection at a later point in time. Most of the entries in my dairies have never been read by me. There is a sense of calm and peace I derive from my writing. The visualization of the events and penning them down with the exact phrases to describe my feelings at that moment, gives me an immense euphoric pleasure.
Writing for me is more about my emotions than about writing itself. As I reflect on the one thought that overcame my senses, the one event flashing before my eyes or the one word I held onto dearly, I am reassured.
Most of my writing has been very private, to the point that no one has seen it. The transition I am trying to make to more public writing is difficult, I am not sure I am able to comprehend perception. I like to write my dairies and enjoy them very much, but writing for an audience, trying to convey an idea or an message is much more difficult. The skepticism of acceptance and the baseless ridicule makes me only wish I could elucidate better.
The thinking that goes into my writing is what makes me unique, or so I like to believe. The sense of putting my words in ways that can affect another man's thinking, opening the boundaries and crossing the borders is what makes me write this blog. As I gain more experience and cultivate the skills to write fashionably, I only hope to derive the same pleasure I am doing now.
As I wind up there is a very famous quote that stays with me "cogito ergo sum", "I think, therefore I am".
