The End

The title of the post must be self explanatory. I started this blog as a vent. A vent for everything in my head. On a few days, I'd sit and write whatever was floating in my mind. It brought in a lot of serenity, a lot of closure to the multitude of happenings. On top of all that, I realised what most people actually feel. Initially, I thought I was alone and the thoughts creeping up in my head was a part of me and me alone. Once I started writing, I got to understand that there are people who feel the same. I don't necessarily know if the blog made you happy or sad. I don't know if it made me happy or sad. I wanted to write and this was my platform for the same. I've found my love for writing. I've found peace and solace in it. I will continue to do so but on a different platform. A new beginning. Soon. 

In my journey to understanding why I feel the way I feel, I realised that most of us are filled with a lot of disturbance. There's a lot of rage against the education system. Doing something you don't like for the sake of the society. We're still backward thinking in those regards. Something I've always wanted to say is that everyone has an artistic side. Maybe science and engineering are noble pursuits but we're born to appreciate and fall in love with art. To me, that is music and writing. I've followed up on the lives of writers, photographers and even stand-up comics. I'd call these careers a lot more underrated than it seems. There's a certain power in any form of communication. Especially creative means. There's no logic associated with it. You look at a good photograph and you stop. Everything around you pauses. You're stuck. You're brain is rewired to flush out a ton of memories. Tears escape the prison that you created and for a moment, you are you. Amidst all the chaos, you find order. A calm and serene feeling. A feeling of being lost. Why do we do what we do? I don't think I can ever answer that for myself.

The purpose of this blog was for me to understand and experience new thoughts. New endeavours. A lot of nostalgia filled me up when I sat to write a few of the posts. Among all that, I was able to find what I loved doing. I was able to connect dots that ceased to exist under the societal barrier. I was able to find a hazy picture of the person I wanted to be. When I look back at the first post, I can assure you that I don't feel too different deep down. I don't know where I'll be in the next year. Maybe a dropout. Maybe writing another blog. Maybe performing music. What I do know is what I won't be in the next one year. That is what the society wants me to be. It's easy to live a life more boring. For one to fill their lives with meaning and experiences is the true cost of life, time. That's what makes the pursuit worth chasing. This blog has played its role. Until now, I was scared to write about some topics online. Scared of letting others read what I felt. I've definitely evolved as a writer. Whether I'm a good one is always up for grabs. All I know is that I've a long way to go and the funniest part is I don't know where I'm headed. I guess that's the best part. Until next time!