Feb 3 2019

My friend said "Oh the best words comes from a broken heart"...

Where do I start, where do I start with my new found pleasure in reading the wonderful books I have.. In listening to people who talk about life who tells you how much it is important to understand yourself and love yourself and become the love you gave to others ..

Somehow I see myself writing too, I felt so hesitant about it as i shared it with few people.. some ignored, some laughed at it,  some encouraged this broken soul for the silly attempt, some genuinely gave their love for my words..

All this reading, listening, writing has given me so much peace and calmness which I never felt before..

It might not make sense, it may not even be coherent or grammaticality correct or turn into poems with rhyming words. But I am reminding myself to what my friend said and just keep writing all that flows inside me late at night..

Someday it will make sense to an another broken heart, it would be my contribution to their reading..

It will push them to start reading the wonderful books.. It will push them to start listening to people worth listening to.. It will push them to start writing how they feel deep inside..

It helped me, it might help them too..