The one's who are left behind
I happen to go through my old posts today and I was astonished at how beautifully I had put down my feelings into words that touches every bubble of my memories. Also, it brings a feeling of resentment to my present self as to why have I haven't followed through and wrote more irrespective of life's happenings. How could I be so distant from my true self to even do what I like. Anyways, I am back to writing. I don't know or how long but this time I want to write as much as I can breaking my own records and being out there. The fear of judgement, writer's block nothing can stop me cause recently I realized we all are nothing but fragments of an atom floating in space and waiting for our chance to explode. In my writings , I have often stressed on loving self and being wise to always chose yourself but how often do I myself do that. Not sure but few times. Seeing my mother always putting us in front ahead of her own needs, was not good for us at kids at the end of the da...
