11:11

Last couple of my months have been spent in trying to make sense in what is called life. By trying to control everything going around me I completely lost track of what’s happening inside me. In these months I’ve been trying to do jobs that are needed to be done without paying attention to the things I find more fun. Now after all this time it seems pretty blur to me as to what made me stop blogging. Was it a small difficulty in font? Was it because there are other amazing writers who might possibly cringe at everything written here? Was it because I don’t consider myself capable of writing? Or was it simply because I wasn’t being heard?
It’s crazy how in retrospect our issues become mistakes, follies become source of joy and complaints turn into humour.
I couldn’t possibly be heard if I never speak, likewise I couldn’t possibly be read if I didn’t write.
So from now on,
I won’t let any external noise silence my inner voice.
I wish.
I thank.
I pray.