I am always talking. Either it is that I am talking to someone, or I am talking to myself. Like effervescence, these thoughts are always coming and going. From smallest things like what I did today, to some deep thoughts, I am always full of words, that just want to be said.. Sometimes I pen them down, in a mail, letter, or post in a forum, simply say it, and speak out my mind. And people, who know me, know that I can talk the same thing several times, or write about it more than once, even knowing that I have said it before. Somehow I talk a lot. And in all these words, I realize, it is all an effort to keep my moments safe. I repeat these moments, however small, cherished or not, over and over in my mind, and try to somehow preserve them. I do not wish these moments to get lost in the oblivion of time.
And along with talking all the time, I like writing. Writing just what is in my mind. And I would like to write down the moments also, just whatever, whatever is in my mind. But alas, I can’t write a diary; I need someone to read them, even if it is only one person.
Many times I have thought of blogging, but was never successful in starting or continuing it. I guess it was my lack of enthusiasm and effort. I can talk easily, write long mails, but when it comes to writing which I don’t know if one will read or not, I feel so lazy. But now with so many things happening in the past year, I have realized I need to write them down; even when no one is reading. Too many things are happening and at a very fast pace. It is not possible to treasure everything only in memories. And I am so afraid that I will lose a cherished moment forever like this. And so I decided to write, for myself, to keep my moments safe. And after days or years when I will reflect back, I will be able see a beautiful and colorful collage of these moments…
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