Wings of Ink

 I had been meaning to write something down for the past couple of weeks, however, I ended up deleting over half of the drafts. I started envying my younger self who used to write anything (which seems really kiddish at this point) and yet felt so confident. At first, I inferred that it was a writer’s block, but I soon realised it wasn’t that my thoughts didn’t take shape; rather, it was the nagging voice at the back of my mind that wondered whether what I wrote would make sense to others, or if it would be too generic. The hesitation and doubt were an invisible barrier that prevented me from writing my heart out, which compelled me to resort to writing more objective pieces. A bit more thought made me realise that it wasn’t just about writing, the same issue extended to all areas of life (at least for me). There was this constant strive for everything to be in order, to be perfect and to be accepted and in turn, I wasn’t ever happy with any form of self-expression be it thro...