The thought of writing....(day 1)
For so many days, I was thinking of writing. I don’t know why—I was just thinking of writing, and why not? Why don’t I just take the courage and the mood to sit and write? Well, I feel whenever I think of writing, it means I want to write about something I’m feeling invisibly—something not very practical, maybe. But to get over this weird feeling, this weird void inside my head, I just want to write. I want to understand it and fill the void with words. But the reason I keep postponing it is that I know until I understand the mental chaos completely, I won’t be able to write a single sentence. And not being able to write while sitting with your pen and a white page, or your keyboard with a blank space, is the worst possible feeling for me. Because every time I feel confused or not well, I give myself a maybe false, but still a hope—that whenever I sit down and write about these things, I will feel better, and all this struggle will feel worth it. Right now, I’m sitting in a blank ...