It is a very weird feeling to be completely blank in front of the screen and keyword for me. Partly, because I am constantly filled with so many thoughts and words and questions. Yet, when I sit down to write, there is just nothing. A big ball of nothingness. It is a feeling that I have been trying to confront for some time now… I am unsure if I have made any progress. But the fact that I am here should count, right?
Here, I already asked my first question. Progress it is.
I wonder about the world. I wonder about the people. I wonder about my loved ones. And then, I land on ‘me’. The winding road of thought that ultimately leads to the vortex of my existence. Me. I suppose it would be true for most, if not all of us. No matter what is around us, it is always what is within that makes sense or at least tries its best to do so. And then, I look out to the world. No matter how insignificant this tiny little planet of ours looks in the grander scheme of the universe, we, the microscopic elements tucked away in a background of emptiness, are in fact important. Each one of us is important. At least that is what I think.
Yet, how easy it is to forget your significance in the crowd of this small world, which suddenly doesn’t feel so microscopic now.
And suddenly, I realize my mind is not blank anymore and neither is my screen…
Mission Accomplished. Or perhaps, just commencing…
(Originally Published on The Zainab Experiment: https://bit.ly/2KgqnAl)