I will carve sentences, be it in stolen breath,
I will write these words, even at the edge of death..
And every stutter, every painful phrase,
They'll hold my voice, and they'll bear my face...
Dear Diary,
Today I am writing for myself, and for the #freewriters community as well. I think they deserve it, for supporting us writers, and for giving us a platform to keep our inks from drying. So, here's to all the #freewriters out there.
More inks to your pens...
On the subject of writing, I seem to have made a habit of missing days of late, thanks to the increased pace of work, alongside other issues that life seems to be throwing my way. But I will continue to try, and try, and keep trying to keep pace with the ceaseless tick of the clock...
Yes I will write in the gaps, there where poetry hides,
I will plant my words, in all the wound-up minds..
The clock won't stop, and neither will this pen,
Oh it will stain the hour, again and again...
...and again...
Now, about my day...
Today Dear Diary, today was a peculiar blend of frustration mixed with small victories. I worked from home, as I do twice weekly, but today the badly desired hum of electricity was conspicuously absent. Power was scarce, and as the day slowly passed, I was left with little choice than to scavenge for alternative sources just to keep the essentials alive - especially those required for work.
It felt much like having a lot to write, but also being conscious of the fact that your pen may run out of ink in a really short while — a struggle to make progress when the medium itself seems somehow reluctant.
At the end of the day, I settled for a friend's apartment. His generator literally saved the day - my day. It made me wonder why I never got one, a generator that is. Not that I will be getting one now, but I just wondered for what its worth, for a bit...
In a world where volts and watts betray,
A friend's energy did save the day..
When circuits failed, and darkness fell,
His was a helping hand that showed the way...
Today I also fixed a small radiator leak in my car. It had long been a silent burden, a persistent drip of worry every time I thought of the cost and hassle it might one day inflict. That day came today, and thankfully I found both the time and funds to fix it, to finally silence the nagging worry and free myself from that lingering inconvenience. It is a relief, small yet significant, to know that I have managed to offload one more weight from my shoulders.
Dear Diary, today was a day of small, personal conquests - fixing what needed mending, reaching out for help when necessary, and doing more in reclaiming a part of myself (writing) that had been quietly eroded by the relentless pace of life.
I still have my worries of course - the ICAN exam I plan to write, a really close friend (not the one mentioned earlier) who our relationship appear a bit frosty, thoughts on what to do for the wife on Valentine, the relentless pace of work, and more and more and more...
But amidst all of these, I still think today was a good day, and for that, I am grateful.
Ambition’s a fever, but regret’s the chill—
A heart split by time, and a voice never still.
We chase the horizon, yet we mourn the shore,
And then we wonder what ghosts we’re running from...
Goodnight Dear Diary...
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