Thinker or a writer…who am i?

Okay! So i have been missing in action. Don’t ask…long story but im back. Two things i realized from my absence, not writing makes me very sad, like really.

Have missed on so many blogs and posts that i follow. Man! it feels like an era of absence.

Well good thing nothing much has happened, nothing new happened and no big thing that i didnt post about. Life, in my case, is like a planet keeps moving without it feeling like it is.

I have a story building up inside my head and i want to work on it but then i have two others stories screaming attention out loud at me. I wish i was one of those people, you find at cafes sitting alone with a laptop, endless cups of coffee and a no place else to be, nothing else to do except type type type. I had a thought yesterday about my writing. I dont think im a writer, atleast not a good one but i still write because i get these ideas and stories playing inside my head. So what am i? A thinker or a writer?

I have to go now but i will be back tomorrow because this is what i do, i write…!!!!

Why do you blog?

Few days ago I read a blog, where the blogger ended the post with a question “Why do you blog?” so I asked myself the same question “Hey Little why do you blog?”. I started this blog because everyone was blogging and I was so busy with life that I thought maybe a blog would a good place to express my views on things going around in world. Yeah! I know sounds crazy for me, but I wanted a blog talking more about my perception of the various things happening around the world, in my country and around me. I wasn’t planning to write much of personal stuff, because for that I had my diaries.

But I didn’t take my blog seriously; I was at a point in my life where everything was shiny, colorful, new, happy and different. Now if I ask myself why did I come back to my blog, why do I write everyday and where are the “not personal” posts? I just have one answer to it. Life has changed my friend.

I like blogging because I can write things inside my heart without worrying about what anyone might think of. I have found many interesting bloggers online and reading their posts makes me happy, smile, feel connected and sometimes some of these blogs take me to a whole new world, I can only picture in my dreams. I never even thought there would be people who would like my posts and even follow me.

I’m (I hope it’s not ‘I was’) a diary person, I have so many of them. But now there is this guilt of not being able to write in my diary, daily. Blogging has taken me away from my diaries, makes me feel bad and so guilty. I don’t want my diaries to feel I have disown them, while they were there every second of every day.  But isn’t blogging like writing a diary? I hope it is. I don’t know.

You know, I think i blog because bloggers don’t judge or ask questions or care, because everyone who blogs has his or her own story to tell. I think that’s the best explanation I have to the question “why do you blog?”