To write is to be…

This is one of those days when I am just looking blankly at my desktop screen. Multiple tiny tabs stare back at me with all their mechanical power. There is something on the charm of being a 90s kid with my favourite Hans Zimmer playing in the background that is simultaneously bringing up memories of some feelings that ‘were.’

If these tabs could speak, my office inbox one would definitely say, “Not going to let you wander off with your words, your brand needs you.” I see the Twitter tab waiting to attract my attention with the number of tweets that have already been tweeted, to constantly give some fodder to my mind and not let it be.

I see my blog tab that is waiting to be filled with some writing that is not driven by any purpose. That was the idea behind it. However, in this struggle, the score was routine- 1, creativity-0

When I am on Facebook, I keep reading these clichés of being alone even in a crowd. At times, I feel that people simply love romanticizing the idea of being alone, but sometimes it is true. People around you laugh, giggle, crack jokes etc…and you remain still with some trouble that works in silence while you try to figure out this mess that has suddenly become a part of your life.

Initially, I felt that when something is written, there needs to be a message that should be communicated. However, now, this present state of mind is just like floating. Write not to tell. Write not to communicate. Write just to be. Write just to feel.

When I started writing this piece, I decided that there should not be any purpose. I don’t want to teach some lesson. I don’t want to bring something to notice. I just want to write. I just want to enjoy this sudden motivation that continues to rise within me. There are many people out there in the world who are preaching and trying to do some right for this society.

I just want to write. I just want to enjoy noticing these tiny details that lend so much depth to any piece, only if you read it with a lot of attention and go about deciphering it word by word. I’d suggest don’t do that. Just soak in the words and feel. After all, that is also a ‘purpose’ of art. To oil your heart. To fill it with a lot of strength. To help your soul take on the mechanical things and tasks that will come your way all the time.

This is the time when you should just be. Deadlines will keep hammering your head, your phone might be buzzing with countless texts, but just take a moment and be. For, you never know when the mechanical part of life gets to you and you stop being.