I made a commitment

Context: I made a commitment. I made a commitment to explore the process of writing. I’ve always loved storytelling and exposure to a series of videos made me realise how much I missed reading and writing. I’ve made a conscious effort to go for it; go for it as long as I give it a fair shot and decide whether I like it or not. This is my first attempt in years. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written and what’s to come.

Thank you Waldun for reigniting a spark.

My eyes feel like they are visiting unfamiliar territory. They blink a little faster than normal to get accustomed to a sheet of paper. For once, cognitive activity is indulgent, but without the emittance of light. This calming, yet, once familiar and frequent experience of writing in a book is being revisited by me. I tried fighting it, rather, procrastination was fighting it for me. It feels easier to blame something that is my fault than point it towards me.

Speaking, or in this case, writing about procrastination reminds me that I have put this off for a while now. What some call a blog, I feel is the involvement of a pen, paper, and the self. I’ve held this off for a longer period than I can imagine. It wasn’t due to a lack of inspiration, application, or resources. Just plain old “I shall do this tomorrow” only to get bogged down in the less preferred routines of life. My life.

My brain is essentially a hobbit (of course I’m talking about Bilbo Baggins). It goes on an adventure every chance it gets. In hindsight, these adventures are beautiful, inspiring, and insightful. They remind me of my childhood where a screen wasn’t my default destination for boredom. It was paper. Lots of it. Books and magazines ranging from Enid Blyton to Hergé were a key part of my early reading days. These days were slowly replaced by another book (by name) - Facebook. The beginning of an experience most of us never expected to regret. The beginning of Facebook was the end of something very dear to me. Boredom. Yes, boredom, the very thing we can’t seem to face these days. Boredom, that beautiful, emotional state that kept my creativity and imagination in good shape. The same boredom I’m now trying to, slowly, get back into my life.

Am I succeeding? Yes. How? A series of experiments, both failed and successful.

This is just the beginning of my journey. A journey that I haven’t mapped yet but is another adventure. By the time you’re reading this, it sits conveniently on my blog. I wish you could be reading this on a piece of paper like I did when I wrote it. Maybe, just maybe, you can have your version of the same.