In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

Depends on what that work is if I like to do something I’ll do it no matter what and how long it takes me. Hard work definitely gives a feeling of accomplishment and immense satisfaction. It also boosts my confidence productivity and motivation to do the next big thing.

It makes me believe more in me and pushes me to achieve best of my abilities.

In a nutshell it makes one become a better version of themselves.

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

There would be one lesson that I wish I had learnt earlier in my life that is to know when to leave a job a place a friendship and a relationship. If you know your gut you know when it is speaking to you and telling you that something is off which is beyond repair in your relationships or something in your job that you would never accept otherwise.

Just know when to leave. And once you have left never look back never hold on to the memories and never dwell on the past. Just let it go for your own mental peace.

Whatever I am writing here is not from my whim it’s from experience and believe me when I say this it taken more strength to not dwell than to actually leave from the places you once thought were your home for the rest of your lives.

They would be people who said you were there world and everything and the same people will treat you like you were invisible and that’s when you need to learn to pick yourself up and just keep walking no matter how much your legs hurt no matter how much your heart aches. Just keep walking.

I always believed in giving second chances to people who I thought were important to my life my living. But when I looked at them for the second chance they turned their back on me. And no it’s not that they were doing anything wrong they did the right thing for themselves so we should learn from this and do the right thing for us too.

Learn to know when to leave and then don’t look back. Please avoid asking for and giving it a second chance.

That’s all.

Why do I blog?

Why do you blog?

Ummm, at times there are a lot of thoughts running in my head. I’m unable to understand why they’re there in the first place. Then I pick up my diary and write down whatever I can at best in words form. Sometimes the clouds in my head are dark and I’m unable to even put it on paper.

So coming to the question why I blog. I don’t know why actually I feel good after I write or while I am writing. Maybe because of that I write. I feel I can’t express and I write it down it seems I can express so maybe that’s why. Or it’s just that I can’t express but I want to express and I think I write alright so I write. I don’t know basically why.

It started as a form of self expression for me but now it’s more of a let out. That’s all:)

What’s your favorite time of day?

My favourite time of the day any day is the time when I am able to relax and unwind and I don’t have a single thought in my head about anything or anyone.

This could be either when I’m tired or just about to go to bed but ummmm yes because I am an overthinker to the point where I can start the thinking about literally anything( well these days it’s about that one man I can’t stop thinking about)

But yes it makes me feel sick of myself that my mind is constantly overwhelmed and over stimulated.

When it gets tired is the best time of the day for me !

The writer in me!

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Well, in a world full of apps and techno savvy people that are hooked to apps related to social media network. I would not delve more details on the apps but those apps have made even writing enthusiasts like me boring and laid back.

Even I these days take a lot of pushing myself to sit down to write whatever I have been meaning to write down.

It’s mostly me dictating the thoughts I’m pondering to my notes app on my phone and quickly running over a word check on it to make sure the draft is corrected enough so if I revisit at a later date I am able to still comprehend what I intended to write down correctly after a few days weeks or even months.

Then there are my numerous diaries of which I fill initial five odd entries and then conveniently forget about it stack it in some dark corner of my diary cabinet and buy a new one on my next stroll to the store.

I do have a writer in me since my younger days but I believe it got a little lost and confused growing up in me with me.

Anyway better I get back to the prompt!

The canvas the let out the clarity the hope the vision and once I have written down the feeling of being understood by my own self. This I think would be the best thing about writing!