A Note To Self

words unspoken


Dear Me,

I am so proud of you. I’m glad to have you as company in my solitude. You are precious; you are special, because you are you.


Spending time with you is such a delight. I am always in awe and wonder by your level of imagination and the path your thoughts take when your mind’s wandering. You are the director of your own movie. I love that fact. You do everything with passion. You read novels now-a-days getting completely involved in the story and allowing your thoughts to go astray. I wish you had done that last year too, and not indulged yourself is light superficial reading. I’m happy you are now the way you were, before chasing after illusions.


The creator in you is my favorite. She paints sceneries and abstruse musings on a whim. She loves to just hold the brush and play with colors. She creates childlike crafts with complete dedication. She writes her best masterpieces, when overtly emotional or hurt. She still jots down her feelings in her diary as she used to 15 years ago. She gets hurt, channels her negative energies to create something beautiful, and then she heals.


You are not perfect. Then, no one really is perfect. You are your own definition of perfect. You do what you love the most, because it makes you feel good. That’s the greatest achievement, that you allowed yourself to be you, to be original, not what was expected of you. You need to be brave, take risks, and keep doing what you are doing. Don’t stifle your creativity and talent because someone doesn’t approve it. You are the master of your own ship. Don’t let anyone force their opinion on you. Just accept those that are honest and mean your good.

And lastly, I love you.

Yours lovingly,
Me.

P.S:  This is dedicated to all creators.

RIP R.K.Laxman

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