A Note To Self
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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