I woke up with such a strong feeling of the need to speak openly about my late experiences in this corner of mine, whose number one purpose is precisely that – to be a place where I can let my expression roam freely. I’ve been feeling the need to share it for weeks, but always found a way to reason myself why I’ll regret it and to better just leave it unsaid.
Life is a constant game of getting lost and getting back on track.
Every day it becomes clearer to me how there will never come a point in our lives when we’re ‘settled’ and can tick off all the things we had to achieve, so that now we get to just sit back and watch the show.
I don’t have inspiration for conceptualizing anything valuable, but I have an immense desire to write.
I feel like I don’t have anything specific to say, but my mind is full of thoughts and insights dying to be released and shared with the world.
I always seek to create something insightful or inspirational to share here, but does it always have to be the case?
It’s amazing to what extent are people concerned with what will others think of the stuff they create and do. I keep hearing that same thing from the creators and those who yet don’t dare to call themselves so.
I wonder if there ever comes a point in creators’ journey when they stop doubting their work.
Recently I’ve had a few weeks break from creating. I can’t say it was intentional, that I did it to get recharged or something like that. Mostly, it was my mind taking over, my insecurities and fears being in charge. I went to a place of extreme judgement of my work, as well as myself.