“It’s not just the writing”, she said,
It’s the looking back at a formerly white page, now transformed into a confluence of rugged slanting black ink. Words, which were formerly a jumble in your head. And you stare at the piece of paper, wondering who on Earth could possible read that, jumble.
You crumble it up, dumping it at the back of your room, the back of your thoughts until…
yes, until, someday. Days, months, maybe even years. You find that crumbled piece of paper you had denounced into rubbish. A forgotten piece of work. Your eyes move across the page, word after word, line after line and everything you ever wrote down is exactly what you need to hear at the moment. And the words you had once upon a time sought refuge with cannot contain the bucket of emotion brewing up within you. What you once thought was rubbish, looks like a masterpiece. How time changes everything.
——“nothing is ever wasted”, she said, “so write today, not just for the present, because not everyone will appreciate it, but because someday, those same words might be exactly what you’d need to hear”.
This is so beautiful π
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Thank you very much ππ
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You’re welcome!
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Nothing is ever wasted……A line to sit back n explore the profoundness of the line.
Good work.
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Thank you very much Vineet, i appreciate the comment. π
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I couldn’t agree more. So true!! β€β€β€
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Awww. Thank you Maria π
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I loved this to absolute smithereens πβ¨ it’s so incredibly true and i needed to read something like this to remind me about the fact sometimes it’s not just about writing for other people or to change the world…but also for you too ~
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Oh what wise words you speak! Great piece!
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Thank you Joy! Haha, I just write π
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This is great! It’s so true. Some things are meant for later date.
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Indeed they are. Thank you J.C
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So true. What you once thought as rubbish could be a masterpiece at another time. Sometimes its the other way around…but nothing is wasted. π
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Hahaahaha, Russell I love reading your comments. Thank you π
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