So many times over the past several months have I opened the blog post page, hoped to write something, and not done it. For those churning out thousands of words in a day, it may sound silly. For those outside of writing profession, it may not even exist.
After all, what is a professional peddler of words supposed to do? Write. Is it not?
But I could not. The desktop screen would stare at me, taunting. My fingers would want to vent all rage on the keys, pound them ceaselessly - about life, about problems, people. Still, I would go blank. They call it writer's block.
No regrets about what happened at all. Some blog readers have often asked me what happened to the blog. The blog was always here. It was I who was away. I have no apologies to offer. Absolutely none. Because I am not sorry.
Am not sorry, because what happened was something beyond my control. Destiny hits you hard when you least expect it. You walk into its menacing mace, completely unprepared for a blind turn, or a walled mirage. And fall. It takes time to heal from a fall, whatever its form. What defines us, is how soon we push ourselves to get up after that fall. Here I am.
I thank each reader, for enduring me through the absence. Frustrating as it can be, to open your favourite blog, almost by habit, and find no updates - thank you for that faith in me.
So where was I all along? Let's say, on a healing hiatus - completely health imposed and all that's associated. In future posts, I may end up writing about this whole complex process of healing. For now, all I want to say is, your belief got me this far. Thank you, dear reader.
I have finally keyed in something. Have I finally gotten over my writer's block? If yes, you deserve credit.
After all, what is a professional peddler of words supposed to do? Write. Is it not?
But I could not. The desktop screen would stare at me, taunting. My fingers would want to vent all rage on the keys, pound them ceaselessly - about life, about problems, people. Still, I would go blank. They call it writer's block.
No regrets about what happened at all. Some blog readers have often asked me what happened to the blog. The blog was always here. It was I who was away. I have no apologies to offer. Absolutely none. Because I am not sorry.
Am not sorry, because what happened was something beyond my control. Destiny hits you hard when you least expect it. You walk into its menacing mace, completely unprepared for a blind turn, or a walled mirage. And fall. It takes time to heal from a fall, whatever its form. What defines us, is how soon we push ourselves to get up after that fall. Here I am.
I thank each reader, for enduring me through the absence. Frustrating as it can be, to open your favourite blog, almost by habit, and find no updates - thank you for that faith in me.
So where was I all along? Let's say, on a healing hiatus - completely health imposed and all that's associated. In future posts, I may end up writing about this whole complex process of healing. For now, all I want to say is, your belief got me this far. Thank you, dear reader.
I have finally keyed in something. Have I finally gotten over my writer's block? If yes, you deserve credit.
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