The journey commenced when I started writing at 13 or thereabout. Often found myself sitting down and writing silly children stories back then with my friends waiting and taking turns to read what I’d written. It was all for the fun of it, I never really envisaged it as anything serious.
Anyways as I kept growing, it didn’t quite stop. I left children stories and graduated into articles and other silly write-ups which often put laughter on the faces of my friends reading them while taking home something to ponder about. I found myself doing all of these things during my leisure time seemingly for the fun of it I presumed.
Sooner or later writing became an escape route where I could soliloquize on paper while expressing myself in words. It became a personal space for my own solitude. What made others sad, made me write.
But just then, I started getting likes, reposts, and comments sounding as though I had written someone’s thoughts down on paper and helped them in one way or the other. Some people went as far as seeking advice on certain issues.
There was always this fulfillment knowing that what I actually called nonsense all this time could actually help someone. “hmm” I sighed, and being one who’s passionate about connection as well as helping others, I thought why don’t I? but then; as usual, what seemed like a sea of uncertainty and an ocean of doubts kept crawling in.
With so many doubts I always asked myself if indeed I had the knack of a writer like people presumed or I’m someone who occasionally writes when I’m hurt, aching, confused, unnecessarily excited yearning and trying to reach out to someone that would possibly relate to my feelings encrypted in prints, because basically, I was a girl passionate about a multitude of seemingly unconnected things.
My pen always seemed like some resort where I leave myself naked and unravel my feelings in joint words expressing just how I feel, what I think, or my opinion. Feelings and thoughts I could possibly not explain in spoken words.
All of the words left unsaid and all of the feelings bottled up inside as though there were left unfelt. All written in letters clustered together on paper. Letters which form words juxtaposed with spaces into sentences forming paragraphs upon paragraphs.
And boom!!! It felt like a little load has been taken off my shoulders while putting a smile on the face of another. It was pretty astounding realizing how much sense could be drawn from my supposed nonsense.
So I’m taking the bold step to bring it out to the world regardless of being good enough or not. This is a new chapter in my life but with you, in it, I’m certain it’s going to be an exciting one.
Of course, I’m not perfect but I’m perfectly me. So I’d try to keep it pretty simple and original. Moreover, like Dragos Rova said, “perfection is boring, getting better is where all the fun is”. So I’m sure we will both have fun while learning even as we proceed and progress on this journey of living a simple lifestyle
It’s a pretty lifestyle!!!