Missing

What I miss most is . . .

    Wrong question. It is not what I miss the most ,but it is whom I miss most. I miss the people who are no longer with us. Who aren't able to share our changing experiences. I especially miss my grandma. I miss her love, I miss her voice and I miss her being. My grandma was the best she showed me what pure unselfish love is and the best part is that she gave it to me. I feel sad when I think of how she wasn't there sharing some of my big milestones with her, like my high school graduation or how she isn't going to witness something bigger like my wedding, husband and kids.

    It has been four years since she passed and I still think of her everyday, to console myself when she passed I said to myself there will be days when she will frequent my mind less and less, but that didn't happen and I used to cry myself to sleep at times, I only stopped because I came to know that its bad to cry over the dead as it leaves them in pain. I must bear the pain. If you are wondering what it is like to lose someone that close to you it just never ends you never forget. 

    To my grandma I will always love you. I kind of wish love did not exist so we don’t hurt, loving someone takes a lot of risk because you know that someday they won’t be there but you put yourself on the line because the feeling of love is just too good to let it go. 

    Sometimes when I think of death I wish I was born at a place where I had no one but myself and I would keep it that way so when I die I don’t hurt someone and no one hurts me.

Introduction.

Myself

      

         This is my first ever blog post and I did not know what to write about, so I decided that I am going to be writing about myself, as presumptuous as it may sound to write about yourself, but I decided to do so only after debating it for quite a bit now.

 Ever since I was a child writing to me seemed not as exciting as reading because I never did write as good as the things I read. I guess that is an important part of why I loved reading more than writing. Right now I think it is beautiful how people are connected through the internet and how easily I can have some kind of interaction with others of which reading a book did not give to me, that is why I started this blog.

So why is writing hard for me? I think it is based on my personality; I am a listener and reading is just like listening in a way that the information comes to you. Unlike writing, where you are forced to distribute the information. 

Writing something and sharing it with everyone takes bravery which is a trait not many hold and I think I am in that majority. You might be thinking why I chose to start a blog on writing things when I say I have a rough time with it. Simply because I love it, I love reading what I write as strange as it may seem I also like seeing my self improve. Even if you are not good at it doesn't mean you can't try it. Life is about trying new things even if it means trying the little things, like starting a blog! Or maybe trying different foods etc.

 I accept that I am who I am as a person. A lousy writer? Well, that can change. I can practise and become a good one. It’s important to stay positive in order to accomplish your goals, nothing is spot on perfect from the get go learning is ever lasting, it never ends no matter how old you get. 

One of my favourite quotes says “ Life is not about finding yourself its about creating yourself” -George Bernard Shaw. Many people get lost in their pursuit of finding their true self they do not realise that it is they who create it, everything you go through leaves a mark on you and that is what mainly creates you, you did not exist before did you? There is no way in finding what didn’t exist. 

So the question I am leaving you with my dear reader what is an obstacle you overcame or still trying to overcome. Leave a comment I would love to know.