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A blizzard of restless imagination

by Sanity lost

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June 05, 2015

My life is changing...

After long 2 days of war with V I finally decided to distract myself by delving deeper into myself. I had since the last 2-3 months been exploring the talents that I possessed, not knowing what w...


Book Description

This is my first time on Prosebox. Earlier I use to write in Open Diary and made a few good friends out there, one of whom I’m still in touch with. I like to call her my doppleganger. :-)

I tried Facebook too. Though I’m still there I no longer find it to be interesting. People seem too desperate to earn a “like” for anything and everything they do. It seems more like a marketing platform to me where everyone is selling their life’s achievements and failures, updating every little detail on their mood swings (starting with feeling sad or happy to feeling constipated and likewise). I tried mingling into the crowd… maybe I’ve reached success at it too, but that platform just didn’t make me feel good about my updates. It felt like, I too was becoming one of them. I didn’t like that because my motto in life has always been “to be able to ‘fit in’ is good, but to be able to ‘stand out’ is even better”. I think I stand out and I want to remain the same for the rest of my life without losing myself in the hustle and bustle.

I happen to be an emotional person. I feel anything and everything. To add to this I have the tendency to relate those observations and feelings with myself. Sometimes they turn out motivating, sometimes rather disappointing. All this, makes me want to write even more.

I won’t promise this book that I’m starting with today to be extraordinary, but I do promise to be honest with myself… a rare opportunity that life has given me … to be faithful towards the words I use, and loyal towards the feelings I pen. There will be citing of disappointments and failures, hurts and heartbreaks… maybe such things than happy penning down of emotions and sentiments..... but I think that is justified. Justified because, when the world doesn’t want to see your unhappy face, where else do you pour out your truer feelings? I don’t believe in dwelling on negativity, but I surely intend to joy down my inner feelings somewhere… and in this case, here.

So here begins the little tales on my emotional turmoil. I hope I will earn friends here … people who will not judge.. people who will silently offer support and drop in words of encouragement and advice.

Love to all my dear readers.