Write away

Write. Write you, fool; ’cause what you write today is going to make you smile after ten years, or maybe laugh, cry even. But you’ll be glad you never let yourself forget the moment that actually led you to change your beliefs, change yourself and eventually your future.

For instance, remember that fragile, vulnerable and forgiving person you used to be five years ago? Are you the same person today? You know you are not. You know to judge better. You know what’s better for you, and who is better for you. Right from which roads to take shorten your route to where to shop smartly; what to eat in which restaurant to what not to eat to avoid uncomfortable belly-bloat-ups; which books to read to not fall asleep to which career to end up with and not curse yourself everyday; which old friend kept your hopes up, advised you when needed and remembered to wish you luck before exams and who didn’t bother to question your decisions for your own good; you know what to choose today. But it wasn’t the same back then. Don’t you want to write down what changed all that, when it changed and how, precisely?

So, write.

Writing has more advantages, you see. By penning down your thoughts, you will tend to question the things you witnessed, and decide for yourself whether it was right or wrong. By questioning, debating and discussing, you will get an idea of what your contemporaries, elders and juniors opine. You may agree or disagree but, one fine day, you will definitely learn to respect their ideas. That is most vital because to co-exist, you must learn to agree to disagree.

So, write.

Adulthood is difficult, it will never get better over the course. Unless you win a jackpot, you will struggle to get over it. But the memories you make during the course will be priceless. Only memories (apart from alcohol) will make life better as years pass. Selfies are a great way to capture moments, but what happens beyond those selfies and photographs is worth remembering and will prove to be sentimental, trust me.

So, write.

I now understand why my English teachers in school insisted on us maintaining a diary and a private one. It was for us to talk to our own selves and get to know better the inner child in us, because that is what is going to lead us to happiness.

So, I wrote.

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