Friendship is not something that is here today, gone tomorrow. The very
fact that we fight with our friends, get angry with them, try and ignore them,
curse them, want them out of our life and say it’s time to move itself is a
testimony to the fact how much we love them. For if we can't love each other we
can't really hate either. In such cases it's just that we have failed ourselves
as friends not friendship it does not fail, it's still there very much intact
waiting for us to catch up. And when we do the joy has no boundaries. So give
friendship chance and be the best of friends forever.
To be honest, I’m not sure. I didn’t have a plan for this. A few ideas popped into my head yesterday, but I let them slip away without writing them down. So now, I’m here, wondering... What should I write about? I’ve always admired how writers seem to find the words. They don’t just tell stories; they make sense of life. Whether it’s fiction, essays, or poems, their words flow effortlessly, drawing you into their world. It’s like magic—captivating and transformative. Somehow, they’ve mastered the craft of turning simple words into gems that stay with you long after you’ve read them. And then, there’s me. I just write. I let my thoughts spill out, raw and unfiltered, without much structure or thought. No carefully woven narrative, no grand flow—just whatever comes to mind. Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever get to the level of those writers who make it all seem so easy. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. But right now, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m writing. I showed ...
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