I breathe through my journals. I write to feed my soul. But I had to stop.
We all know how it is to be hopeless. We all know how it is to be hopeful. But today I realized that those opposite ends have a middle ground.
Time flies so fast! I still can't believe it's almost 7 months since I graduated from the university. Now it feels like my whole college experience is so surreal. Like I know it happened, but, to me, it seems that it's losing its concreteness. Memories seems to be fading and people, drifting away.
"Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you."
But what's sad about being okay is that you're neither too happy to jump around and tell everybody about it nor too sad to call someone out of nowhere and cry your heart out. It's neither black nor white. It's just grey. And being in that middle ground can be numbing in itself.
Here's the catch: Writers write but writing isn't just for writers. You don't always have to make sense. You don't always have to be good at it right away either. Just write if you want to.
It's really not about the label. It's just "YOU"