I started writing. I don’t know when exactly. I’ve been writing since then. Not because I need to have a job, not because people told me to, not because someone was doing it. I wrote for myself. I wrote because my mind couldn’t take the burden of the thoughts anymore. I wrote because I felt I can think much better. I didn’t write for likes, shares, retweets, comments, followers, and claps. Nothing. I just wrote. ‘Here’s what I thought. Let me know what you think.’ This was all running in my mind. That’s it. Yes, I wanted to be the best. Not better than anyone. I wanted to write better than me, than Yesterday, than the first day. Yes, I had my doubts, I had my inhibitions. I hesitated to write. But, I wrote. I continued writing. I’ve been writing around 250 words every day since the 4th of January, 2022 when this idea struck me. Somehow, I feel that I am able to convey only 20–30% of what I exactly feel including this sentence. I want to be better at this rate. I really didn’t care about others when it comes to writing. I won’t care too. Words are really, extremely powerful. Words cannot change the past. Words may not change today. But, my dear, words can change TOMORROW. Be careful, when you talk, when you write. Words are powerful. I believe there is no perfect ending for anything and everything. Just like this. Raw, Real.
