I hate Blogging. I really really do. What else can I say ? Every time I hold a pen and the fluid that flows across the pages speaking my heart out, baring my soul into words, confessing the things I myself at times run away from, what more can you expect from me to do, than hate ? Blogging makes me one with my ideal self, my current self, my vulnerable self and my dream self. It puts me in front of a mirror and at the same time makes me dream of changing myself to be better in everything I do.
Every time there is a whirlwind of emotions, I HAVE to write. Every time something moves me deeply, I HAVE to find a notepad to scribble it down and etch it permanently in words. Every time there is something I can not say in person, I HAVE to say it through a blog to convey my unspoken words. Every time I am down or writhing in pain, I HAVE to write, to soothe the pain and heal the wound.
Writing has been therapeutic to me. I pour my heart out in form of words. Writing has given me wings to fly. To fly out of cages, into the clear blue skies. Writing makes me smile, writing makes me cry. It brings out the unshed tears, messing up the ink written words in my diary. It anchors my restless soul and it also lets me dream without any fear. It gives me power, power to bring happy endings. Power to spread love and joy. Power to give hope and courage. It helps me touch lives. It has helped me find myself, while searching for someone else..
Blogging helped me make friends. Friends across borders. It helps me understand different perspectives and value diversity. It makes me feel loved and gives me an opportunity to love unconditionally by embracing the food for thought I get to read from my friends here.
Writing has helped me make peace with my own self when I am caught in self conflicting emotions. It makes me contemplate deep and ponder on thoughts like never before. Writing has made me find hope and courage. It brings warmth on chilly nights with a cup of cold coffee by my side. It made me embark on a mission, on a journey. A journey which has no end. A journey leading to paths unknown, with encounters to cherish and learn from. It has made me realize that it all is about the journey and never the destination.
“This world has lost its glory, let’s start a brand new story; now, my love. You think, that I don’t even mean, a single word I say….. It’s only words.. And words are all of have, to take your heart away….”
Yes, I hate Blogging ! Because its only words, and words are all I have to take your heart away.. And I am unaware, I am unsure if my words reach out to you. If they touch you as deeply as the echoes of my love. If they can make your smile, dream and ponder. I am unable to access the impact. That makes me hate Blogging even more.
But this is a different kind of hate. Kind of a love – hate relationship between two strangers, who eventually fall head over heels, madly in love with each other. A kind of hate which makes me grow. A kind of hate which is not bitter, but makes butterflies flutter around me when my heart sings unplugged. A hate where in I seek revenge, by trying to be a better version of myself every single day. This is why I hate Blogging.
~ I hate you, like I love you