Maybe the silence isn’t so bad after all.
If life was a story.
I thought about writing today, by around 11am. I mean, I’m on a 30 day writing challenge, I should write.
But no. When it came to my mind, I pushed it away with the thought that I could write in bed, few minutes before bedtime. And here I am, writing in bed, a few minutes before bedtime.
I thought about writing, after work when I was in transit but yet again, I procrastinated. What was I even going to write about? Today is day twenty four and to be honest, I’ve exhausted all I want to say except something interesting happens in my life that bubbles stories out of me.
I can say that I’m pretty excited about how far I’ve come with this challenge. These twenty four days, I had churned out story after story. But today I’ve got nothing so I’ll just tell you about some of the thoughts I had while eating dinner on the cold floor of my room.
While eating dinner, I watched a YouTube video about people in love. Why did I watch it? Maybe I wanted some comfort in knowing that people really experience love and it’s not something that’s out of reach.
Well, the outcome of watching the video was that I became aware of the fact that I wake up everyday with no one in mind except the Lord (which I wouldn’t trade for anything). I never expect a text from anyone throughout the day, and I don’t get any. When I play love songs, I only play it to vibe to the beat, and I’m not responsible for the emotional state of any human being.
After I became aware of this fact, I felt a bit sad for me but then I encouraged myself that this was indeed a good thing.
I could plan a trip this very moment and execute it first thing in the morning without having to convince anyone about the validity of my choice. I really don’t fancy texting all that much so it’s nice that I don’t receive any. And even better is the fact that I can keep all my friends close, both male and female which if I were to be in a relationship I would have to put a distance between I and my male friends.
So yeah, welcome to a brief day in my life.
Maybe the silence isn’t so bad after all.
Here’s to 30 days of writing without restraint.
Day 24/30
Till next time,
Love and light.
