When your mind is blank but still you feel the need to put
pen to paper, or as it is these days, fingers to keyboard and start tapping
away, do you still write? Woody Allen said, “I write better when I have something
to say.” And it’s not that I have nothing to say or to comment on. It’s not
that my life has achieved perfect balance that I am now in Nirvana with balance
being my state. No, far from that. But the lethargy...good God the lethargy!
Words run around my mind, touching each other, connecting,
and disappearing. These thoughts are so fast that I can’t catch up. These
thoughts come together to give me hope of being able to put down a coherent and
inspiring piece of well strewn words that reach deep into the mind of one and
drag out your sleeping conscience and wake it up to analyze, decipher and
understand the fabric by which this world is made and be blinded by the sheer
genius of the creator in intelligent design manifestation...... But no such
gift has yet manifested itself in my writing. It is not for lack of time, nor
space, nor capability. It is not for lack of material, creativity, or
originality. Perhaps one could say that one is tired.
Overwhelming scenarios of situations so deep and so
beautiful that you cannot do it justice with words and you are left with the
beauty so engraved in your mind that you try and stop...try and stop. You give up
trying to explain how something so profound has affected you, at how a simple
object made so much sense to you that you can’t out it into words. The beauty
of the world leaves you wordless and completely astounded. It could be that. Or
it could be the depraved nature of man that shocks you into naught, where words
aren’t harsh enough to explain...to show the rest of the world your frustration
at inhumane acts...can one not be able to write because of the profoundness or
deepness of a situation, or because of the ugliness of the said situation?
We find that one finds situations of diverse polarities so
distant from each other but so intense in their being that cannot have words
put to describe them. With all these thoughts running around your head, you
find that the thought has disappeared. You no longer understand it. You no
longer feel it. It has touched you and left a mark, a notch on the life tree
that defines what you hold dear, a mark of sorts that you can feel, touch but
can’t describe. And if you can’t describe it, then was it so profound that it
did not leave the clichéd lasting impression on your soul?
So much runs through, so little gets through.
So many feelings, so little felt.
Too many words, no words at all.
The last writer left right here."Too many words, no words at all".
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