A Frustrated Teenager
Friday, 12 March 2021
A Soliloquy
Sunday, 7 March 2021
Creatively Handicapped
It is the 7th of March, 2021, and I am reconnecting with my abandoned blog, with some clay facemask on, on a warm Sunday afternoon. Let me be honest with my readers, I did abandon this page, mostly because I got busy every time I thought of writing something, but also because I was not sure of my writing skills anymore. Being busy- sounds like an excuse right? You are probably right. We make time for things we want to do, but does that make other things less important? I am not sure, hence today I will try to write about why I haven't written much lately.
Initially, I was just lazy, so I ended up procrastinating a lot of my time. Hence, quite a few times I did think of writing, even had the thoughts lined up, but did not type it out. The lockdown was harsh on everyone, in some way or the other, and while it did make some of us accidentally creative, some others had a hard time extracting their creative ideas, unlike before. Like many others, I also journaled my thoughts sometimes, but that became irregular too. I used to write about my experiences, my thoughts, my worries and also about some happy times but soon my journal became a hideout for me. It became like a treasure chest of anything I could not or did not talk to my friends about. Less good times and more bad times were recorded in my confidante. As a result, whenever I flipped through the pages, hoping to chance upon some old forgotten memory, instead of feeling the warmth of nostalgia, all I felt was hurt. Reading about the depressed portions, made me go through the hurt and angst all over again. I was not ready for that. Soon, I stopped journaling. Once the flow was gone, I could not help it either.
Meanwhile college began. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Being in the same virtual environment with so many other creative people did inspire me and although the first semester was crazy, I did produce a lot of good quality artworks but then semester break made me realize how exhausted I was. So, I took some time off, focused on some other things and started spending more time with my friends. But now, after one and a half months of being into second semester, and still not being where I should be, I am worried. Is it a creative block? Is it my procrastination? Am I having a crisis where I am just unable to create something worthwhile? Or do I have expectations from myself which have become too high to accomplish every time? I do not know.
I might be getting a bit impatient soon, because one cannot survive design college with such kind of a haze. Everyone needs a break right? I have had mine; only to be unable to reinforce myself back to the tragedy that is online college. Although, I am having a good time otherwise, making new memories with each passing day, making new friends too.
Today I made the effort of writing something: progress, is it? Maybe tomorrow I will be able to create something better. But until tomorrow comes, I shall call myself: Creatively Handicapped.
Tuesday, 31 December 2019
Take Me Back
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met.
Thursday, 28 November 2019
Grey
Sunday, 21 July 2019
Afternoons
Saturday, 22 June 2019
On Your Own
- Be your own favourite.
- Focus on what you like, but don't pressurise yourself.
- Don't be too harsh on yourself. Lower down your expectations.
- It is okay to be average.
- Focus on your own art, does not matter whether people like what you create. Be an artist for your own self.
- You have get yourself out of your complexities because only you can do that.
- Don't stress about it too much because all of this anxiety will make no sense when you look back upon this time a few years from now.
Saturday, 27 April 2019
Things
What do you do when you don't have a beautiful present? When you overthink, stressing your mind out? You dwell on memories.Being a person who overthinks and is told repeatedly not to think so much, I spend a considerable amount of time procrastinating. Memories are important to me just like they are to any other person. But, I dwell on them, and feel nostalgic. Nostalgia makes your past look more glorious than it actually is; nostalgia exaggerates. It makes my happy times seem excessively exuberant and my sad times mournful. Such memories make me happy and they make me sad. They make me cry and they make me smile unconsciously.
Every person who knows you has a different image of you; different perspectives, different perceptions. In the same way you do too. You have an image of every person you meet and that image may or may not resemble the person in reality and you might end up liking that image more than the real person.
Just keep your eyes open, that is all.
(What I began with and what I ended with have so little resemblance (sighs). Bye for now).