They say writing is therapeutic, perhaps not for everyone. Some may express feelings by painting them out, some share their tales verbally, others gulp them in.That can be dangerous because little by little the misery, guilt and unknown emotions will eat you away. So letting is out is like breathing out carbon dioxide it’s healthy for the mind and heart.
That ink that the paper absorbs are thousands of tiny drops each filled with imponderable forces, inexplicable emotions with a tale to tell, an advice to give and some reality to expose.
The pen, ink and paper heal the heart; tame the mind by absorbing some of the sorrow and lightning the burden of the soul. Thus giving the brain a wider canvas to paint on and setting the heart free soaring between the lines, above and below the pages all which are blank, waiting to be majestically designed by what the heart wills for.
Though not all is what it seems like. Some are addicted to pain, obsessed with misery and adore the feeling of despair. They don’t trust paper and let that habit of theirs lead them to an end that they yearn for.Death approaches and content they feel with their story ending this way for they assumed no other way, remained.
Assumptions, merely on assumptions they build up their life on. Little did they know that those assumptions were never their companion but always the enemy in disguise waiting to sabotage. If only they had somehow let go, let the antidote heal the blood furiously rushing to their heart. Pulled on to the rope of hope or at least not drowned in the self-created ocean of sadness.
To be sabotaged, or not to be, is the question!
Let a clear mind and an awoken heart, let you decide.
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Date- 27/9/15 Time-7:35 pm
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Thank you
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When you are down in the dumps, you need someone to listen to you. That someone must be infinitely patient and must not judge you. Unfortunately, there are few humans who possess this quality. Even closest friends can get frustrated. The paper, on the other hand, does not. It is the perfect companion. Ghalib said:
“Yeh kahan ki dosti hai ki bane hai dost naseh
Koi charasaaz hota koi gham-gusaar hota”
That’s what paper is — a healer and a consoler.
Thanks for writing this. You’ve expressed it beautifully.
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All the paper and things that can leave a marks on paper are so innocent and useful.They are heroes.<3
Perfect,just perfect companion.Always there just waiting to heal.
So true!
Thank you so much. I'm glad you think so.
Oh and thank you for visiting and for the great comment. (:
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Let’s rather not be sabotaged 😀
Let paper and ink do their work!
Great thoughts 🙂
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In sha Allah.
Ty ^-^
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BRILLIANT!
You said beautifully what we, bloggers, all think. Yet, It is not easy to express. I would never have thought to write about this so thank you ❤️
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Jazakillah khair ❤
Welcome 😀 or umm 3fwan 😛 or better..je vous en prie. 🙄
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Superb!
You’ve got my respect, really.
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Ty ^-^
Thanks.Keep visiting. 🙂
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Wow this is written beautifully!! you expressed it fabulously, the words just flowed like ahhh it was a pleasure to read 🙂
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Tysm ❤
I very much enjoyed reading your latest post. 🙂
From that ahmazing title till the very end.It was lovely,very touchy.I really felt all that.You set the scenes wonderfully!
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“Little did they know that those assumptions were never their companion but always the enemy in disguise waiting to sabotage. If only they had somehow let go, let the antidote heal the blood furiously rushing to their heart. Pulled on to the rope of hope or at least not drowned in the self-created ocean of sadness.”
Love, love, love this.
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TYSM! ❤
It means so much coming from an ahmazing writer like you. 😀
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true, that. if only somehow one would let go… 🙂 and nicely inked, too. 😉
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Let it go..Let it go! XD 😉
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when one is down he needs a hand, a shoulder to share the grief and let go the pain. if no one around or trustworthy then pour out the pain in words on paper if that doesn’t lessen then pray and ask forgiveness
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😍😍😍😍
Lovvvvved it!
U truly have a great talent when it comes to words…………❤
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I’m glad you did. 🙄
Hehe I guess I am making it my talent. 😛 ❤ 😀
Ty for your sweet comments.Keep visiting.
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I don’t really know you much, but I feel proud of you for having written this ❤
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TYSM ❤ You are so sweet!
I think your comment made my day. 🙄
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Yesss suree…….. I love ur blog!
❤😍
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My blog loves you tooo. ❤
I really appreciate your comments. You’ve encouraged me. 🙂
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Ah, well (*flips hair*) how can ur blog not love moi? I am just fab! 😉 ❤
Really? That was really nice to hear that I encouraged u…………….. keep up the astounding work! 🙂
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Haha yep! 😛
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⌒.⌒
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Glad i came across your blog
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Bea-you-tiful!! I am in love with this post! Its so true!! I think we writers cannot let the pain out any other way but with the few words we have. So we write and write till we heal and still write after that and then. A bit more too!
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TYSM ^-^ Exactly!
Writing helps to just let it out,without having to hear useless comments.The paper is a perfect companion always there for you.
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Yup it’s a greater listener if you can talk its language xD
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(:
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Respect.
Loved it.
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Absolutely beautiful. I always found writing to be therapeutic. But whenever I wrote about a tragic event, I closed the book on the memory. I prefer not to dwell on the bad things of the past. We need to use them like opportunities to learn. I see many people using their blogs to talk about their painful past, and they refuse to let go. Thus, the writing continues to reopen old wounds. And they never have the chance to forgive, forget,and move on. Life is only once, so we shouldn’t spend our time on painful things we can’t change. Cherish the good times. Learn from the bad. And move on. I loved this post by the way.
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I know that feeling at times reading my diary make me feel that all the emotions are reborn and scenes replay before me.
I admire the fact that your comment lets one think about the positive side,the other side.
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
Pleasure, that a writer like you liked my post.
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Yeah, it was good. Do you dwell on ad things from your past?
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At times yes.You?
But in the end what matters most is that what move we make next.We will judge ourselves by our current actions and situations.
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This is so true. The paper is just something that never judges you at that instant so you’ll be able to get a clearer version of what you’re really going through. But I guess it still matters whether we opt to use the right and left sides of our brain or just run away from the shadows that will still haunt us in the end.
A great read!
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Yes,exactly! So true. 🙂
Thanks!
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Reblogged this on JustAGirlNamedHira🌸.
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Ohh how sweet of you! 😀
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This blog is worth reading 🙂
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Means alloott to me coming from such an ahmazing blogger! ❤ 😀
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