When I was a kid I was so excited to write down my daily routines, emotions, observings all in a book or paper as it healed me like someone is growing with me. I have been nurturing my feelings through words since I started to love writing (neither a fairy tale nor I am a writer). However, I don't think it's my diary but I feel that every time I picture myself with it. And when I carry the desired one, I believe to be in an ethereal path of mine (Lol, cloud nine).
I often thought of sharing my ideas with one or two or with any social platforms and rarely did because I was so feard of handling criticism on my writings which I loved like anything. By the time I realized, after all, it's my views, my creatives, my opinions and some writings should be shared with others. To all those who are still inside your blanket with your tales, those who are hiding inside books, those who tear it after writing, those who keep middle of your casket(in fact some stories are just to feed your own soul) and finally those who reluctant to complete one paragraph; trust me at least there will be one reader for you ( every writing differs) and those criticisms will make you stronger too. Just remind yourself that if you don't do so, no one else will express you, the writing matters.
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ReplyDeleteAppreciate. Keep bleeding your emotions up into write ups
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