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Writer's block

It's a phenomenon which a writer stumbles into once in a while. Basically s/he is not able to write anything. Somehow, the thought cycle which connects to words resulting into something meaningful is broken. 

In other words, Monday blues. Unable to work. But this is little different with a writer. In an office, there will be an external enforcer (a Boss, in fancy words). But with a writer, it has to be a force within. An Intuition.

But that's the thing, right? The urge, the motivation, the intuition, at times, just fades out, once in a while. When the linearity of life just stops bothering you. You fall in love with the concept of dormancy. Basically you become a couch potato (Until your mom starts to scold).

But I feel, sometimes this block is a necessity. In terms of  industrial engineering, it is called mandatory buffer. A system should never be run at its max capacity all the time, or it will fail. Just like humans. 

In life too, we keep figuring out what's next, all the time. School, College, jobs, girlfriend/boyfriend, cars, home, vacations, plans after plans after plans. And a person like me, eventually gets blown away. And while figuring out what to write next in a story called life, I hit a block.

But I suppose that's not a bad thing. The best ideas emerge from the nothingness of our mind, the best stories are written while wondering in the unknown territories of brain. While I appreciate the high pace journey of life, to see something beautiful all you have to do is Stop.

So while I sit on my couch, eating potato chips and not worrying about anything, letting my mind into dormant zone, I find something makes me feel good. 

Guess what? I just ended a Writer's block.


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