// of fears and discouragement//

The times are hard and my fears keep getting worse. In these fleeting moments, there are things I‘m scared of and care about.
And then, there’s me.
I’m my greatest accomplishment. I crave attention and validation from myself and write long paragraphs with weird rhythms to make sense of things around.
I like to think of myself as an artist, an artist that paints emotions in words and verses.
This identity crisis vexes me because what am I to you but bones and skin? What makes me lies hidden beneath.

I believe my words justify my heart and mind more than the features of my face and I run in my head, run for miles, to find the encouragement from my skin; for my senses. I bend like grass and blow like leaves yet feel discouraged and people look for my pictures instead of words.

It’s like a tiny plant growing in cracks, hustling to bloom but failing because no one likes where she’s coming from.
Why do we need a garden to love the flower? Aren’t wildflowers flowers too??
Why do we judge an artist by the skin they are in and not by what they’re writing?
Why do we encourage people with million followers and ignore the novices discovering art?

Prompts

1. What I care about everyday, every minute by : New Media Works

2. Discouragement by : Von Smith

38 Comments

  1. Wow!
    I read most of your previous posts and now this too.
    Not all together, but every time you post.
    It’s not about how you might look, but for the way you write. Honestly, you write like a warrior.

    When you post, I get a notification, however busy I am at that time, somewhere in my thoughts I know something important, a kind of war-treaty is in my mailbox. I keep it there for some time and open it later peacefully. When I open to read your writing, it’s like I am opening my trekking camp tent, out in the wild. I expect beautiful flowers, clear skies and lots of sunshine. You never disappoint. At night all I could see is beautiful words, like stars twinkling in the dark skies. You never disappoint. You have questions to us, they really look deep into our unconscious thoughts. Inspiring! You are a good leader. You Inspire! You are good at words. You Inspire!

    At times I too am lost, due to life and a lot of struggles. But I feel happy to read your writings. Thank you. You are precious to me, because of what you write.

    All that we men speak is not flattery all the times. But most of the times. Honestly! 😇 But not what I wrote to inspire you. It’s pure.

    (And…
    Honestly…
    I never been to trekking.
    Love to, but…
    😅)

    Smile! 😄
    Keep posting

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  2. Of courage and encouragement are your words….no matter what skin one is in, good content can’t be overlooked for long….stay the irrepressible force you are….cheers

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  3. Very nicely written> Similies are great!! Flower blooming out of cracks is the one that caught my attention!! Every follower you add will get the attention increased. There is no difference in artists!! Over a period of time you will become the most attracted and attended and followed blogger! You are mesmerising and mysterious mermaid!!

    Good luck!! Keep posting!

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  4. The physical is just a small fraction of the possible.
    So the visible for the eyes is even less.
    Yet, the beauty is in all of it, if one opens up to see it all.
    The words without a human writing or telling them, are just words.
    A human without words or interaction, is just a living creature, if living at all.
    The beauty lies in the expression of one self to create from the inside something new in the world surrounding us, sharing or caring with and for others.
    So even a flower, maybe overlooked by most, in a dark corner of a cave, might be the most interesting and exciting find of some little insect, animal or a lonely wanderer.
    Nature can live without us, but we can’t live without nature.

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