There was nothing more and nothing less
just the sky, the earth, and me,
nothing more nothing less…
Hi Everyone,
I recently found my teenage diary of poems and though nostalgic, it was as though I was reading the world through the glasses of another person…familiar yet different…Regardless to say there were pages of emotions on paper, trying to figure out the future and where it would take me haha…I am certain this was not a singular case of the teenage mind, as I know my friends had gone over the same things and so I thought I would pose the question to my readers here:
What would you say to your teenage self?
I would love to see your responses in the comment section!
As for myself, Although I do not have everything figured out yet, I would tell my younger self not to worry as much and to continue to chase dreams…and I would thank her for continuing to write 🙂
When I was five years old, I used to think “20” was the biggest number that could possibly be…and anyone older than that, was clearly “TOO OLD!”. I remember telling my dad that when I would be “20 and grown up” I would buy all the candies I want, have a car, own a home and be an astronaut. My dad at the time had just smiled and asked if I would have shared some of my candies with him.
8.) Yes, you will find the person for you. Be happy and enjoy the moment.
9.) You cannot fix everything. Learn to let go sometimes.
‘How many ‘likes’ will I get on this post?’
I have caught myself thinking that a number of times since I have actively joined this blogging world. I would probably still be considered a newbie to some, being just a month shy here on wordpress; however, this new notion of validating my writing by the number of likes I get, has made me self reflect on this matter. I will not lie, it is a great motivator, but I think it is time for me to step back and see things for what they are.
There once was a time not too long ago, before social media or blogging when I used to write my thoughts down in a diary, getting immense joy from pouring them on that paper not viewed by anyone but me. There was a time when pictures were just shown to close friends and family, for the mere joy of sharing the memories with each other. It did not matter about the number of people who saw the pictures but the closeness we felt from it. I am not suggesting that one cannot feel close via a ‘facebook like’. I myself have connected with childhood friends and that ‘like’ from them means a lot. I digress, coming back to writing… I think for myself, it is a little different than sharing pictures.
Writing has always been an outlet for my thoughts. It helps me unwind after a long battle of emotions, helps me lose myself in music, helps me draw pictures with words that I cherish, helps me hold nature to my heart, and it is often my love songs. It has never been about how much someone else has liked or disliked my work. How then did a ‘like’ on one post and not the other begin to affect me like this?
Now, I would be dishonest if I said I do not appreciate being appreciated. I think most writers will tell you they get high when their readers resonate with their writing and show appreciation; however, it cannot come with a cost of validation of my work. If I were getting paid to do a marketing job, where I had to get consumers liking my post, it would have been different; that one extra ‘like’ would mean by bread and butter. But this, this right here is different, it is simply my thoughts and my muses, my nights and days of emotions on paper, it is the abstract ladders to my thoughts and my concrete heart on the computer screen, and though I will always appreciate and like that ‘like’, my work can never be validated by the number of ‘likes’ I receive.