Being in my early twenties, thousands of issues crop up in my mind every day. My first job, my studies, my family, my relationships, everything seems messed up on every front. Being a single child I was pampered at home. I had my mother taking every decision on my behalf. Interestingly, now I find myself at a juncture when I have to take the decisions for myself. At times when it seems like I messed up my life, I find a lot of questions running through my mind. What went wrong, how did it go wrong? I could see everything in front of me, why I could not understand simple things. Why I was unable to perform well in my academics or succeed in my dream job. Why was I losing everything I had, be it opportunities or relationships? Life seems at a juncture where I can’t turn back or move ahead.
At these times, only writing helps. Writing is like a balm to the wounded soul. It helps you understand people and understand yourself better. It helps you analyse and re-analyse situations. Your diary acts like your 4 am friend with whom you can share anything and everything. Writing helps you be calm and be ready to take on life as it comes even when life seems difficult. And it helps you sleep peacefully.