A 'Quiet', yet loud Passion
- nsent5
- 2 days ago
- 3 min read
Having been in UIC Radio for around 4 months now, I began thinking about what made me first want to start blogging. All the way back during the COVID-19 pandemic, that was the first time I decided to write to a public audience. It was something that I picked as a productive pastime to work on when stuck between four walls for a good one year, and it started out pretty small. My first such post was on Medium, where I wrote about a friendly memory of shooting an Instagram reel with a friend that gave us something to remember and look back on, though it has been a few years since we spoke.
Medium was the place my space, my words, first came into being on a platform where I read about a multitude of experiences, theories, recommendations and stories that had in them a message. For me, the followers my account had never really mattered. Me simply being able to write what I felt, and seeing how it reaches even 2-3 people was a wonder to me. Even then, I could never decide upon a central theme that my blog would revolve around me- looks like I will be stuck with that :).
It's been quite a while now since I have written anything on there, but this app sits in a corner of my phone's glitter-and-books aesthetic wallpaper, unopened until last week.
One of the posts on my page there I had titled 'Quiet'.
It went like this-
Thoughts basking in emotion
Dwell deep down in the abyss
Trenched in my heart
My soul yearns to let go
To befriend, to brave it
Yet more a confidant
Than a soul around me
On any day of this journey called life
Is a humble pen propped on the desk.
Reading it reminded me why I began to, and to this day still love writing so much. A pen and paper always gave me the confidence to put down everything I wanted to say, even if I struggled to say it loud. In a way, it helped me understand more about what I was feeling, and why I was feeling it. Sometimes, writing would help me realize things that I wasn't even aware I was thinking about. It was the only thing that made me an open book without any hesitation or nervousness.
I realized that that is what a passion does to you- it's a door you walk through, a road that shows you who you are, who you might be, and who you have the potential to be. For every endeavor, every goal we set for ourselves in our lives, our passion is one thing that you would always have with you, that which even you lose it, it would always find its way back to you. The moment in all our lives when we noticed our hearts in a tranquil dance of happiness at doing something that just felt right, just fit into the jigsaw puzzle of you is a moment to be remembered, thought of and cherished. It's the day that tells you what to write your story with, and the colors you want to splash the canvas of your life with. In a way, the happiness and joy that you get by pursuing your passion, even for just a few minutes a day, manifests as the guiding light on our journeys, so different yet so similar in its beauty and uncertainty.
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