WHEN I SIT DOWN TO WRITE...….

             My mind has many things within it.That must be within you too. But I am a confused soul. When I sit down to write not knowing what to many things come up on my mind. Suddenly my mind starts to shout out loud-“Come on, do write something different. You must have heard the proverb-Winners don’t do different things they do the same thing in a different way”

            Then I start to write whatever comes to my mind. After writing a little I scribble on and tell myself-“that’s boring to read”. Then again fine ideas come up but those too end up in scribbles on paper and at last the papers are torn into pieces.My pen is thrown by my hand and my mind whispers to me-“You and your ideas are of no use.For that I reply-“but I’ll keep trying cause I know one day I’ll surely succeed. And if u want it in a proverbial way then-Every dog has his day.”

            My mind then suddenly shuts up its mouth of stupidity. But eyes tear up with the echoes of the harsh words of my mind and some questions start appearing infront of me.

“Am I really that stupid? Am I really of no use? Then why I am in this beautiful world which may seem as a sin to others?” My heart starts crying without any tears but little watery pearls drop out from the sea of sadness n lament in my eyes.

            Then suddenly something unexpected happens. My mind starts to pacify my heart because it cannot bear those. So it throws out all its ugly thoughts and says-“No you are really of some use infact everybody here is. You are some other kind and you have been sent here for some different purpose. So just find out what it is””

            I get lost in those words and think over it. My heart n eyes stop crying n get lost in some emotions which are big confusions and even bigger tensions which may lead to some depressions. Are u confused why depressions? That may be because of some unanswered questions.

            And yes, that’s when my mind, heart as well as body close this chapter after the word “depression” comes up. I get busy in some other stupid/interesting work. What work? Well I don’t know. God knows.

                   

Hope you all liked this small piece of writing.Actually I’m not being able to write more.Hoping that for you quantity dosen’t matter.What to do.I’m now in class eighth but my head is still small and so-chotu head and chotu thinkings.

This is specially to make you believe in yourself. Never think you are useless. We all are sent here for some purpose. Find it and move on in your way fighting all obstacles. Now question may arise how to find what our purpose is. This answer I haven’t found out yet. But if you have any answer then please share it by comments and help me and many others. But till then keep doing good things and good deeds because that’s the main purpose. And readers please comment because I want to know your ideas. And if you want you can spread this to people.

NOTE : It’s a sincere request not to copy-paste or reproduce my writings. This may be the first time I’m writing like this because one of my friends did it and I was sad. But if you do so then I’ll not be that sad because I’m writing for others not for myself. So it’s good if more people get to know about my ideas but still it will be a matter of happiness if the original writer gets the credit/criticism. So it’s requested not to do so.