I am an open book. Such a common remark that has become. But what if it was true? What if you are an amalgamation of a million stories, trying to go about your life normally? What if all your life you’ve been trying to live those stories instead of writing them? I’ll tell you what that is like. Me. I am walking and talking, an ongoing movie. It’ll sound weird and a bit out of order but hear me out. It’s like my brain has a couple of different dimensions and along with doing all the normal stuff, it can think up a storm. While remaining inside me, this storm leaves its disturbing effects on my mental health and causes erratic behavior. Even though there are some great stories in my head, I can honestly say I’ve got no idea what to do with them. I’ve been watching YouTube vloggers for the past couple of years now.
“Do what makes you happy”
That’s one line that is a recurring theme in all the vlogs and their clear cut admission that they stopped daily vlogging because it wasn’t something that made them happy anymore.
This brings me back to myself and our culture where what makes you happy is not something that gets considered. Hence it’s been an eye-opener of sorts where I started thinking about what do I want to with my life. What is something that makes me happy?
That’s where the writing part comes in, all my life I’ve been the kind of child to have a diary and love for stationery and a writing pad.
And I write. Everything
Recently trying my hand at sketching because I thought I could sketch which was a big no-no. I picked up a notebook and a pen. Started writing, Urdu and English both worked. And I loved the idea to just get it all out of your system. Something that finally seemed to be the perfect piece and it wasn’t missing anymore. Hence why this blog came to be along with a hundred different thoughts on what to write about… So join me in my journey of discovering my passions and the trials & tribulations that life throws at me.