Zunaira Ali
Sep 7, 2018 · 2 min read

Know how you’re watching a movie and it’s all happy or thrilling and you just zone out of your boring limited life and become a part of that? You don’t always end up imagining yourself the hero of the movie but you’re a part of it, or maybe it’s a part of you? And then you open a bag of chips and start eating that even though there’s no need to but you do anyway. And movie calories don’t count so here we go. Add a hotel room in the setting too. Somewhere far from from home where you are probably going to wake up to work but let’s just not worry about that right now. So you’re in a hotel room where you don’t have to make your bed in the morning or put away the empty chips wrapper that you just gulped down (unless you’re an overly responsible citizen of state like me whose one wrapper can bring the state down if not thrown directly into the dustbin) and you don’t have to worry about the alarm because kind receptionist just offered to give you a wake up call. So let’s go through it all one more time: you in a hotel room binge watching movies that make you feel alive while eating your favorite chips. Ah! Do you feel free enough? Because I do.

I want writings to be the same. Free and naked. I can’t remember the last time I truly posted something I felt or thought about (ok it’s getting too personal) because I think everything I write gives the reader a peek into my personality. But what if I’m like a 9 tail fox only with 9 personalities? What if what I write is just my thoughts and not actually who I am? What do I have to do to be liberated of that burden? To make humans understand that I’m not always who I write about. I heard in a movie that “Just as it becomes necessary to write in pain, it’s also important to write in happiness. Emotions have to go somewhere” (it could be the other way around, don’t trust my memory)

So all I’m saying is that I don’t care if I have no followers right now and maybe never will because I just randomly installed this thing and started writing. I don’t even know how it works and there’s a 97.8% chance that I’m going to regret writing this but-But, I want there to be a time where I, or anyone else, are not afraid to write. There’ll be a better stage where I’d rather talk (to an actual person) than write but let’s just take baby steps. Let’s just free myself of the burden that writings don’t depict who I am but just the jumbled thoughts in my head.

Zunaira Ali

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