A human being is always assailed with an avalanche of thoughts, ideas, opinions and perceptions. Often psychologists says we should accept all negative and positive thoughts as they are, we have to fully accept and embrace but we should not act upon it, or get peeved or petulant about it. But sometimes it is very implausible particularly if you are a person whose mind is like a factory manufacturing thoughts relentlessly without any assessment of quality, thereby creating more inventory which obstinately occupies every available space, forfending the installation of any new machinery due to restraint of space for further development. Its like not rubbing an irrepressible itch on your stomach. It's an irony that we need to empty our bucket-minds of the mud of thoughts, prejudices and preconceived notions in order to pour the clean water of wisdom. But these undulating frenemies needs an outlet, and writing is the ideal outlet.
Sometimes we want to share our inner torment, frustration, confusion caused by the infighting, altercations of our own ideas, opinions but there is always the perennial danger of being judged by the person with whom we share. As it is an home truth, that people judge irrespective of their intellectual refinement or acumen. Sometimes certain anecdotes in our lives wraps themselves as an albatross around our necks compelling us to share the beautiful lessons that have inevitably risen from our self-conceived mistakes like a lotus that can only grow out of mud, thereby precluding others to commit the same mistakes. Sometimes a person receives nirvana, attains the stage of self-actualisation and wants his family, brethren to know about his life, about his exemplary successes and embarrassing failures, his periods of utter despondency and exultation, and more particularly about his indefatigable endeavor to seek the purpose of his life that appeared to be perpetually elusive until it was glaringly flagrant to him. Writing is must for anyone who has something to be shared. And we all have something to share, the reason is we can't share verbally as the black flies of of being judged, prejudiced or also being ostracized, abhorred keep on buzzing around us. Sometimes we are not given the time or the space or the audience to share. Sometimes, it merely happens that it becomes quite implausible for us to communicate our uncommunicable experiences with the acute shortage of words available to us at the moment we want to share. Sometimes we are afraid we will hurt someone's sensitivities, egos ,we will give rise to an unnecessary argument or altercation that may decimate our relationships. Human beings have this idiosyncrasy of being obtrusive, superimposing their views, opinions without lending their ears to the person who has actually initiated the talking. But a piece of paper will provide you ample time, space for you to cleanse your mind off the debris it is carrying of the perpetual war of ideas, opinions that has been going on subconsciously in your mind. It will not judge you irrespective of the degree of vileness of what you share. It will provide you the time to rummage through words that can aid you to acutely describe your colourful, complicated emotions and experiences, etc. The piece of paper wouldn't ask you anything in return for the insurmountable favour it is offering you. Your secrets won't be fished out for a bargain because it doesn't have an iota of greed.
A reader will know that most of the legendary and classical writers have often published their autobiographical novels. Now why an autobiographical "Novel" , an autobiographical novel helps you to share the little intricacies and details of your life, at the same time guarding against any distortion or stalement of memory due to the perishable attribute of time. It leaves it to the imagination of the reader to draw its own conclusions.
Sometimes we are nonplussed about are problems, we find ourselves in dilemmas, conundrums, most of the time putting the problems on paper gives you a concrete understanding of the problem. It gives you a clearer, top of the view picture of the labyrinth you find yourself in which inevitably helps you to devise solutions and find a way out of the maize. Actually even writing down the solution forfeits the mind from overthinking, thereby precluding a wrecking ball of chaos and confusion to destroy the impregnable monument of solution.
Sometimes, we have certain feelings, tendencies, idiosyncrasies residing within us as a result of an unfortunate past incident or an encounter that like a leech slowly and inconspicuously sucks the joy from our lives. Writing may enable to dig up and excavate the layers of the past heaped and covered under our obscure memories. This help us to be a mere observer or a spectator of those feelings and tendencies which with time recedes until it is encaptured into nothingness.
Hence, write because you want to be empty, joyous and because there is a world out there who is waiting to listen to your ideas, your little bitter-sweet stories.
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