Write, Please!

Looking back in time, where writing was so much easier, I only wish I could be the old “not so self-conscious” me. That was the time I wrote only for myself and that pressure of my write-up being appreciated by the public did not exist. I used to finish a story, re-read a few times and was satisfied with whatever little creativity my brain had come up with. And as I grew, grew the audience; friends noticed my scribbles and I was encouraged to change the privacy settings of my blog to: Public!

Now guess what was the first thing that happened after the stories I wrote were no longer a secret? Well! I started reading them with someone else’s perspective, and I didn’t like them like before. I thought they were mediocre and nothing to boast on a social platform. So I took my posts off the net (I have them in hardcopy, not much lost). I started reading a lot to improvise my imagination, to build a fancy vocabulary (which I don’t have till date) and to write in a way that attracted greater social applause. Reading others made it more hopeless, “there are so many of them, all better writers, nobody will like what I write” is a summary of what went in my head. And that’s when I lost me. I wrote little, decorated with whatever I found was trending and posted only after couple of people had approved of it. Since then I have been trying to come out of the lust to impress people (not ONLY because I failed at it).

So why am I writing this? Because I believe I am not the only one who went through this. Anybody can write, everyone must write, it’s a stress-buster and clears your head like nothing else can. Write for yourself, and if you seek for appreciation, one day you will find the right audience (Me motivating me).