The paper is scattered with words. There is no pattern. Or is there a pattern that I miss to understand?
The blotched ink on the paper says that despite the effort sometimes things get messy. I hate seeing blotches like that on paper. It isn’t professional. It isn’t nice.
But I’m lying. I just want to appear best and professional.
I love the tiny blotches of ink claiming its presence in the paper. It shows my frustration and effort. It shows that despite the care sometimes I mess up. And the mess and words can coexist. It shows it’s all okay. All that matters is I tried. I tried to be my best self. But my best self is flawed and I need to be okay with that.
I love the paper fearlessly flaunting ink blotches. It feels real. It feels like a piece of me. Like the pieces of me holding me together.
It feels so real.
Written for #SoulfulSunday, an exercise to nourish our creative side, formulated by Esha and supported by Shilpa and yours truly.
Ink blotches are perfectly fine if you have enjoyed putting the words onto the paper, Vini. After all, the outpourings of your heart won’t always be perfect. There will be mess there, too. Just like our life! 🙂
And, right here, in your post and my comment, I have found a prompt for today’s Soulful Sunday post! 🙂