Having to choose among all your childhood fantasies sometimes narrows down to just either having to be practical or brave. Also, not all the times are both the things same. That’s when you need to listen to just you and yourself only. Is it as easy as I’m making it sound? Am I sugarcoating something which would probably harm you but you need to know anyway?
You write what you like to. You write, taking inspiration from all around you. You write because it’s your hobby. You write to make yourself useful. You write to express who you are, what you are, and how you are. You dream and pen down your fantasies. Your writing does not become yours. You become what your writing is. But what if it all ends? What if you are not able to write again? What if your inspirations turn a blind eye on you? What if you are not able to be you?
Cartoons..done, poetry..nah, facts..too TWE. How about racism? Oh no, I feel it is too controversial, let’s not do this. Oh God! I have been staring at my laptop for more than an hour right now and haven’t been able to write a single word. Wait, why can’t I write about not having any ideas?