Well many of you..whoever you are, may think i'm talking about going back home....Actually i'm talking about being on my blogg again.
Its been century's since I last saw those beautifully walled pink petals and that green bulging letters that makes me delight in its sight. I sure missed this special place I call my home...you since home is wherever you make it and wherever youre heart goes, I guess my home is right here :D
Aaaaanyway, ive had quite a few developments over these past 6 months i have been MIA...although im not really in the mood to discuss it...I just want to be my own therapist right now.
So I was chilling in a taxi...and these are the words that murmured into my mind..
I cant remember the last time I was happy about focusing all my energy into a task.
I cant remember when last I last wrote something ingenious without feeling creatively stifled.
I cant remember a time I did something ingenious within limitations...and still broke boundaries.
I cant honestly remember a day when I just woke up and smiled about the day ahead of me.
I cant remember a time when i was passionate about something and had something I wanna wake up for everyday. I mean sure a degree is worth waking up for, but if I have zero passion for what I'm living out now, whats the use??
I yearn live live again, to touch my invisible walls of possibility and to taste the sweetness of life in the air.
I yearn to live for more than mundane and deadlines.
I'm tired of struggling and fighting for a dream I don't see myself in.
I miss that little girl who painted pictures of tangible dreams and effortless love.
I miss her dearly, and I know she's there in the background screaming out to be heard and to be lived out...but somehow I keep suppressing her with this routine.
Her dreams and her true self screams out to me everyday, but I tell her to be quite because this essay needs to be done.
I tell her to be patient everyday, and that soon she will see why she had to be still for 3 years.
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