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Fear is an absolute blocker to one’s creativity. Be it fear
of imperfection or failure. Just like any individual, I have suffered an ample
number of fears in my journey called life. One such painful fear that had
shattered my creativity until few days before was ‘To Write’.
Writing always fascinated me. From a very young age, I loved
to play around with words forming sentences, getting them grammatically right ,weaving small stories out of it and treasuring them in my secret dairy. I hid it under my bed always. I loved my dairy more than any
friend. Infact, my dairy is my first love. With love, came possessiveness. Yes,
I would hate anybody touching it even by mistake .I called it a ‘A piece of my heart’. My
version as it is. I remained honest to it.I wrote in all circumstances. About everything that mattered
to me, about every topic I cared about or hated it the most. Basically ,good
bad and everything in between.
I wrote in all moods and at any given time of the day. I
randomly chose topics like happiness, frustration, love, life, loneliness, relationship,
parents, studies what not. Sounds good till now? .I wanted to write and I wrote
so you can ask me what more I wanted?. Indeed,
I suffer a lot of fear to write, thinking what others might mock at how I felt,
about my imperfection in my language. I would not say that my feelings were for
display and publicity but I was haunted by fear from sharing it with others. I
wanted to write more. But I did not. A hoard of topics and thoughts rose their voice
in my mind and died out without any notice. Few works made their way until my
dairy pages and were left orphaned half the way. Fear killed my creativity.
Overtime, writing was no longer my hobby. My passion was
dying out, slowly, crumbling under the fierce feet of fear. Fear of failure. Fear
of not writing like other successful people did. I regretted it a lot and curse
myself to death but fear had its upper hand versus my creativity. And I did not
like the game.
One fine evening , I held some ginger tea in hand and stood leaning
against the door which opened to the
backyard, a million thoughts were crossing my mind in bizarre fashion. I was
undergoing few employment issues of late and was entrapped in a vicious circles
of worry. I felt alone. Alone ,under sun. Future was blocked with fog of fear.
I looked lost. I heard somebody screaming to rescue me. She looked familiar. Someone
close to my heart. Old, tired and empathetic though. She offered her hands for
help. My dairy. Much trusted friend. I dusted her gently from the window pane. Tears helped her shine
like before. Her fragrance filled my senses. As I flipped over the pages ,I
recalled how much I missed writing. My scribbled emotions,my adocity with
generous dose of stupidity and vent out all she hug with patience,embraced me as me.What a
silent listener she was and how well she helped me heal.
I had hit the rewind button
of my life for a while . As I read through, my face adorn with smile after a
long time. That moment, I felt it like a luxury to rejoice and pride to soak
in. Those words remind me of how strong I remained to fight the awful battles
in the past or how a little poetess in me had rhymed those simple lines to celebrate
small victories .The writing was impromptu
yet strong.
I relived those moments.
Fear had killed my creativity .A ruthless self-critic in me had
further tore the corpse into pieces.
How much I had missed my dairyLL
Then a fresh thought stuck. I wanted to start a blog . A
much procastinated task from years though. I read many blogs but didnot dare to own one.so what do it call it? I had Life, I had to live, I was undergoing
superlative of craziness. I combined all above pieces to form ...
I named it ‘Whispers of Hope’. Felt much apt to my mood.
I felt some strength filling my nerves. I realised I had mustered courage over time. I had
figured out how crawling out of fear zone with all might can help one succeed.
Much to my mood, the dark clouds just like my fear had subsided
and the sky shone pristine clear with some rays of hope.
And thus …
The journey began.
Again.
In a new form.
I fell in love again.
With my creative cap on.
Fearless this time.
Cheers,
Linking it to Write Tribe Festival #Day 3 #FearblocksCreativity#
I can relate therefore I agree...when I become anxious my creative drops...there is no room for both in our life we mus choose and I choose to be creative. ..;)
ReplyDeleteAgree. You chose the right thing sacha:)
ReplyDeleteThe entire write up is so straight from the heart that one can feel the beats. I can relate to it so well. I feel most of us go through these phases. Writing has always been my savior too. Great that you found it back. keep moving . My best wishes :)
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Thanks sush :) Yes, keeping it up is a promise I have made to myself. More writing to us! Thanks for your wishes
ReplyDeleteWonderful read Rashmi. Amazing how creativity can overpower fear...very inspiring :-)
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it Esha:) Fear can ruin anything let alone creativity . Agree?
ReplyDeleteInspiring thoughts. One has to be fearless to achieve greater heights in life!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely Alok . Thanks for dropping by :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed
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