Some flowers bloom in sunlight.
Some flowers bloom in darkness.
Each of us has our own space.
Some of us need to be in the limelight.
Some of us need to maintain a low profile.
Success is not always ostentatious.
“Each of us is a book waiting to be written, and that book, if written, results in a person explained.”
― Thomas M. Cirignano, The Constant Outsider
“You have to get lost before you can be found.”
― Jeff Rasley, Bringing Progress to Paradise: What I Got from Giving to a Mountain Village in Nepal
“I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let’s see, one hundred, two… yes, you’ll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I’m with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.”
― Julie Gregory, Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
“Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.”
― Ariel Gore, Atlas of the Human Heart
“The greatest challenge of my life has been to see and accept the actual truth without great pain and struggle against it.”
― M.C. Halliday, I Came Up Stairs: A Victorian Courtesan’s Memoirs, 1867 to 1871
“You suffer the blow, but you capitalize on the opportunity left in its wake.”
― Michael J. Fox, Always Looking Up: The Adventures of an Incurable Optimist
“Write about small, self-contained incidents that are still vivid in your memory. If you remember them, it’s because they contain a larger truth that your readers will recognize in their own lives. Think small and you’ll wind up finding the big themes in your family saga. ”
― William Knowlton Zinsser
“She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl”
― Kimberly Kinrade, Bits of You & Pieces of Me
“Stories nurture our connection to place and to each other. They show us where we have been and where we can go. They remind us of how to be human, how to live alongside the other lives that animate this planet. … When we lose stories, our understanding of the world is less rich, less true.”
― Susan J. Tweit, Walking Nature Home: A Life’s Journey
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I am doing “My 500 Words: A Writing Challenge” by Jeff Goins. In shaa Allah.
My start date: 8 October, 2014.
It is free!
For 31 days, I am supposed to write 500 words or more.
To learn more about this, just click on the image.
I have never been in a writing challenge like this. Better late then never, eh?
I wanna do flash memoirs. What about you?
I am doing it on 500 words and 31 days. Do take a peek at my progress! : )
Yesterday I cleaned my desk. Too much dust gathered on it. And things were hard to find. Finding things when I want them and where I expect them to be is imperative. Unable to do so can cause a mood swing.
Imagine being full of energy to write a soulful piece and then feeling sapless because you couldn’t find your pen. Your favourite pen. It does not have to be anything fancy. Just something you are familiar with. You know how the grip feels. How the ink flows. What kind of mark it makes on paper. How much pressure you need to exert. That sort of thing.
Simple things. Everyday comfort of knowing something really well. So that you do not have to go through the task of making friends with it when you’d rather focus on that one task at hand, the task of baring your soul on paper.
Sure you search and find other pens, but not YOUR pen – THAT pen that you always use when you are terribly excited about writing something.
A thing is not just a thing. They become a part of our life. Things we get attached to. Attachments are hard to get rid of, if you are not careful.
So I had to fix everything. So that I can find my favourite pen whenever I want to write something. We are a team – my pen and me. It knows me and I can open myself up on paper when my favourite pen is my ally. My pen holds me when I hold it.
So I cleaned my desk.
Cleaning is therapeutic in nature. When I was cleaning my desk, I was not doing just that. I was also putting together pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that was my life.
So much went on that day. So much goes on everyday. The day goes on with or without me. I too get along with or without keeping pace with the day.
I live in my own time zone. Longitude or latitude has nothing to do with it. Things work in a different time frame for me. And bit by bit I lose myself. Bit by bit I feel alienated from the everyday space-time matrix.
Cleaning is real. Cleaning is life. Cleaning defines a part of my earthly self, a part of self I seldom remember.
Cleaning puts me face-to-face with myself. And that is therapeutic. Many times, I am lost in imagination. Absenteeism from life is my inherent trait.
When I cleaned my desk, I was present in the now and then lost in a reverie and then present in the now and then lost in a reverie and then present in the now and then lost in a reverie. I was present. I was absent.
Sometimes we cannot be one without being the other.
Words have amazing power.
Words help us formulate our thoughts so that we have a better idea of self and whatever is outside self. Written words help make visible to self and whatever is outside self who we are inside.
Read, write, be written, be read. Let words create a bridge between hearts, a bridge which transports love, life, light.
Spoken conversations, as opposed to written words, are blessed with the unique gift of immediacy. When misused, conversations destroy bridges rather than build them. You can’t take back your words!
I am grateful for words.
Alhamdulillah for words!
Author: Sanjida Shaheed
This was originally written for and appears on 100 words 2 January 2014.