It's what has always been. It's what was always meant to be. No other way my life would make sense. Writing is what completes it. Searching for clever words and phrases, anecdotes or narratives isn't the quest I venture upon. It's a simple expression for me. All the muddled up flavours of life and memories of its sights sounds, smells, touch and tastes unfurls in a seamless flow whenever I begin. Writer's block for me would be about the subject, quality and fitting it within certain framework.
Surprisingly very few people look at me now as a writer / creative person.
I have changed many jobs, been earnest in most and been glaringly mediocre at others.
I have come far and opportunities have seemingly shrunk for me to write/ express/ be pensive as I like it to be. 15 years into my professional life, I yet wonder when and where will I meet my horizon. I have not lost hope but just misplaced it. I know its around somewhere out of sight but am conscious that my hope lives. Someday I will, I shall pour my being into words and immerse the world in a single tint, a different flavour, a unique fragrance that is me
Surprisingly very few people look at me now as a writer / creative person.
I have changed many jobs, been earnest in most and been glaringly mediocre at others.
I have come far and opportunities have seemingly shrunk for me to write/ express/ be pensive as I like it to be. 15 years into my professional life, I yet wonder when and where will I meet my horizon. I have not lost hope but just misplaced it. I know its around somewhere out of sight but am conscious that my hope lives. Someday I will, I shall pour my being into words and immerse the world in a single tint, a different flavour, a unique fragrance that is me
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