There are certain times, when life forces things out of you, that you had decided not to see eye-to-eye anytime again. But, since it is such: you give in to helplessness or settling-for-mediocrity!
I’ve been doing: a lot of stuff, in fact together through the day, through life, and randomly they were creative. I decided that I’ll revisit each love in person: have a one-on-one talk and not make a decision, and open my eyes. So, the decision of where to focus on and “dedicating my whole life to”: should I settle for being a writer, filmmaker, blogger, photographer, copywriter or a creative person who still hasn’t found his calling? Now, just as the “serious” writing phase was about to take shape for the second abrupt time (first, being in school; the college being a dull chasm) my HDD crashed taking with it, a draft of the novel I started. Now, I’ve to start afresh, since I was stupid enough to overlook the importance of backup even after reliability of digital data on a HDD was tested a few months back with the whole set of photos that I’d shot on my mobile (which really is a lot; oh, that was a heartbreak). Life drops in scary free-fall when you move into assess the damage that’s been done mode.
Fresh, is a new sign. Maybe, it’ll do me and my story good.
Most of this is a mood-swing, the rest is regurgitated crap from past creative-times: yes, that reminds me of how I have been. Yes, I’ve been good to the point where I’d my takers. I wrote and people read. Then, comes a point where you stop. Start again, you look around and you don’t know how it will be: this has become more than a game of show and tell. It itself has moved on. How crazy is that, something deep inside you taking a life of its own, packing its baggage without your notice and just leaving.
Okay, I’m concluding that you’ve either come to decide that, “I’m never stepping my soiled foot on this forsaken blog again.” or “That, this guy must be a higher form of life that skipped evolutionary paradigms and evolved in superior cortex.” Thank you for allowing to make my two cents. Yes, I was actually not paid to say this. But then, I paid myself: in human eccentricity!