Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Soulful Sunday

When Nothing Makes Sense #SoulfulSunday

Today was one such day when the conversations in my head didn’t want to appear on the page. Some days writing is difficult. I won’t call it writer’s block.

The clatter inside my head never subsided. I couldn’t stay with a single thought, neither could I let a single thought stay with me. While thoughts and ideas were bouncing in my head, my head was all over the place trying to chase one of these thoughts. In an attempt to track one thought down, my brain ran after a million thoughts at the same time. No wonder nothing made sense to me.

If this rambling doesn’t make sense to you, don’t worry. This is my attempt to capture some of those noises inside my head on this page. Trust me, I am not trying to make sense of it. I want to spill at least a few of the noisemakers on this page. Think of it as unloading part of a piece of heavy luggage.

Sometimes writing means letting it go. Not worrying about the summary, just letting the musings flow. Are you wondering about the relevance of such a non-stop ramble on a public blog like this? I am not sure about the relevance, but I can tell you one thing – Sometimes in life, things get crazy. Sometimes nothing makes sense. Sometimes trying to make sense of all the crazy things will drive you into crazy mode. Despite that, we need those sometimes. Because someday things will unravel and everything will make sense. This craziness might be that piece of the jigsaw puzzle that would lead to eventual sense.

There it is. I don’t know if what I wrote would make any sense at all any day. I feel a little lighter now. And that’s what matters. Right?

Written for #SoulfulSunday, an exercise to nourish our creative side, formulated by Esha and supported by Shilpa, Anamika, and yours truly.

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An IT Professional, an author, an accidental blogger, a lover of words and a recent self-care addict. I love stringing words together, which I lovingly call a poem. You can read my affair with words at Void Thoughts( and Reflections..(

10 thoughts on “When Nothing Makes Sense #SoulfulSunday

  1. We all have those days where things don’t make much sense. I’m glad that this exercise helped you clear your head. Hang in there. This too shall pass

    1. Free write is definitely a therapeutic way to get the clutter out of the mind. 🙂 Thank you for stopping by, Shweta. 🙂

  2. Those days happen to me often with so many ideas and worried how it will be translated into words, incapacitating the brain. It is so true when so many things clutter and this exercise is therapeutic as I reach the end of your words Vinitha. Keep writing.

  3. Yesterday, when I sat down to write my post, I was in a similar situation. Thankfully, for me, I caught onto one thoughts and created a post out of it, which I wasn’t sure made much sense towards the end. 😛 But, I am glad these thoughts give us a chance to write!

  4. Ah, I can so feel this, Vini! The scattered thoughts, the mind going in a hundred different directions. It made sense to me! Hope you’re feeling calmer after getting it all down!

  5. Your post resonates with me, Vinitha! That’s what I’m like most days. At least you can put some of them into beautiful combinations and create such beautiful poetry out of them, while I labour on to write post after post of the very same stuff that goes on inside my head! I hear you. I’m glad the writing process helped you feel better. That’s the point of free-writing isn’t it? I love reading your musings, Vinitha. They always make sense to me, even if you say otherwise. 🙂
    Hugs, dear!

  6. You are in good company, Vinithe. That good company comprises of me 😀 I have been there in this same boat.
    Your going nowhere with this post and yet landing somewhere at the end matters and that is the main purpose behind starting Soulful Sunday, isn’t it? To let out the steam of the wandering mind on the (computer) screen. You felt better after writing this. This is the icing on the cake that you baked here. I am a week late in checking – how did your cake taste?

  7. This post made perfect sense. It was as if you looked into my head and put the words our. I totally get you. Today I am just moving around from the window to the bed to the writing table to the kitchen searching for something to munch. So many thoughts, so much chao chao , nothing gets done.

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