Don't allow life to curb your creativity.

I started writing this blog when I was 16 years old. I needed a platform to voice my emotions without having to say them out loud. The walls I built around myself from my childhood needed to be demolished, I had to escape and writing showed me the way.
My emotions leaked through each post, and everyday it became easier to express who I was as a person.

I became more determined, a strong minded individual. I let my emotions get the better of my blogposts, instead of me. I channelled my thoughts towards my writing, and even though none of my posts corresponded directly with what happened during the years,  it allowed me to vent just the way I wanted needed to. 

As the days went by, writing went from being a form of expression to a hobby, I enjoyed it. I looked forward to publishing posts, creating little stories, and I loved that other people also felt that they could relate with my posts. The idea of it being my platform to vent slowly slipped out of my mind and the thought of myself being a blogger crept onto me. However, this was my first mistake. 

I needed this blog more than it needed me.

Unfortunately but also fortunately, my life took a very different turn. I knew the decisions I made was going to be beneficial for my future but my emotional growth was stunted as adulthood slapped me across my face. My days became busier and time spent not working became time wasted. I went from posting almost every week to posting every month, every couple months and then to once a year. 

I forgot to make some time for myself, to nurture my self growth. 

I found it more difficult to face my problems, I did in fact let my emotions get the better of me. I broke down too easily and fell into short periods of feeling blue. The predicaments got worse and I felt my life spiraling out of hand, but somewhere, something kept telling me that I can get through it all, because I have been able to once before, and I will be able to once again.
I was able to point the finger at the problem and I realised what needed to be done. I have to tell myself whatever it is, it is not bigger than me. My happiness is too valuable to be wasted on the worries of life, so I needed a place to box my emotions away. 

I was at a point in life where I needed my blog back but my writing became too blunt and my words dried out. My "writers block" affected me more than I could imagine. You see, you can't expect trees to blossom like in spring if you leave them in dark rooms. Devoid from sunlight and fresh air the colours turn weary and all you have are leaves and no buds. 

If something makes you feel better, do it. Emotions are fleeting but a peace of mind lasts longer.  

Don't allow life to curb your creativity.

Coffee bean.

I found myself at a coffee table, tasting the freshly brewed coffee and looking down into my cup I saw my reflection on the black surface with ripples. How could the taste of something so bitter and dark be so comforting on a morning and so refreshing? Why is it that something so easily masked with milk and sugar could still be cherished so well? 

I was stuck in between sips thinking of people as coffee beans. Each one so different, yet the purpose is still the same. Some need milk, others need sugar. Some can even be drank bitter. But the core art of coffee drinking is still the same. It's a caffeine boost to the soul of fatigue. Much like ourselves, coming in different types and forms yet our purpose is to find love and be loved. 

So I thought to myself the struggle of a coffee bean in a world filled with lattes and macchiatos, looked at so bitterly and dark. 

The coffee bean being all it ever can.

New world.

In search of a new world, where we don't lose to photographs and movies because we see fantasies we can never live. Where there would be no need to create platforms for illusions where we wait for the train of reality that is sadly, delayed by a few minutes of the drowning present.
No more coffee sips for a morning of mourning for our days were too long and nights too short. No longer are we occupied by the idea of being unique, but we come together in union despite our differences. A world where we don't try to see through the eyes of our neighbours, lovers, friends, a world where we don't let our insecurities get the most of us. Where we give the little we have to the less privileged. Where our blessings are no longer in disguise and no longer required, for we have learnt to be grateful with what we have been given. A world where we strive to be happy rather than successful, to be beautiful rather than pretty. A world where young girls no longer hide behind their false lashes or blushes. A world where love is not difficult to find, where loneliness is no longer known. A world with peace. A world with no weapons.
A world that doesn't exist.

Mind is officially blown.