Bye, for now

This time it’s hard for me to continue blogging for the next half of the year. It’s the beginning of my final year at college and especially the time meant for my preparation to get a job. I want to do it.

I have to better my skills, start applying for jobs, attend interviews, and basically reduce work in total for those tasks to seem easier and fun. If this was 2017, I would have given up college to write but I have observed otherwise. Writing is not something I do as an excuse to anything. So, it’s a part of something bigger than just being a reason to give up what is already a part of my life. I write because I don’t have any kind of attachment to this process whatsoever. I love creating so much that this is my 111th day in a row posting on this website. Something I didn’t really plan out for the blog. And, I feel more comfortable with writing than ever before. Creating just won’t stop be whatever my decision with it. This makes me know for sure that I can do it (writing) given any time and situation because of having no attachment.

That’s the beauty of writing, I don’t have to give up anything else to do it. It’s independent of all other entities unlike preparing for interviews. But, in someways I have learnt how the corporate world too has a lot to do with the love for your work. I really want to get better at coding. I want to see why it’s possible to have both writing and programming influencing my life as if neither had a choice. It’s not really helpful to say that one is out of the question because of the other.

What if it’s a bad idea to stop writing?

I’m aware of this problem. And, I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea to stop doing something you love. So, here’s what I have planned for the situation – I’ll completely stop posting content online, because it’s the idea of having to produce content that might end up being counter-productive to my preparation. This means not publishing articles, no poems and no artwork either.

I won’t stop writing. This is very much essential to my process of getting better at writing and even programming too. As I’ve read in Ikigai, it’s suggestive to keep your skills outstretched because it gives the sense of flexibility to whatever I do. It helps me enjoy doing whatever I want to work with. This means my mind needs to float when I expect my brain to work highly active. So, it only makes sense to keep continuing the art of writing as I’ve seen it only make my life better and in no ways counter-productive. It actually helps me get better work done.

Quality > Quantity

Not gonna lie, I’m still sceptical of this step. And, it’s only going to be a good idea if I have fun while I prepare for the interviews. That is exactly why I’m discontinuing the blog for few months. My old posts will be here forever, and knowing this fact really makes my doubts fade away. The heart of this blog (stories, perspectives, artwork and more) will still be here and I’ll still be reading from other creators. Nothing is changing except for the fact that I’ll not be producing content for the blog. Some time off to relax, that’s it.

I have a billion (I counted) more stories to tell. Keep reading, keep looking!

Orange

No one really talks of it,
Maybe I’m the one thinking
Picked me up as it lit,
Sun too had me blinking

Maybe I’m the one thinking

The green is more like itself,
And the red is no better
While blue is just myself,
I see the black as calmer

Maybe I’m the one blinking

Every mask has it’s face,
Ever face does it’s talking
Stories from this headspace,
And eyes go low haunting

Maybe I’m the one talking

Look at my artwork

Evening

Sink me into the grim clouds,
This void feels much filled
But, I don’t hate this damp

Hours to dream of summer

This void feels much filled,
Only takes me seconds to dream

At the closure of today,
I see no results to ear
Only to see there is delay,
To most of what I fear

Sink me into the grim,
So for once I don’t feel
So for once I don’t care
So for once I don’t scare

This void feels much unreal,
Only in my vision is where I see hope
Only in your smile is where I ear
But, in every dear word of mine
I do go past this fear

Look at Fertile