Scrambled Egg.

Somedays I have so much on my mind that even the most coherent thoughts get all over the place and my mind becomes somewhat of a scrambled egg, while I was hoping for a sunny side up. (You know how yolks and whites get mixed? Weird, but yeah).

So basically, today is one of those days where everything is scrambled and all my words are all over the place. I know what to pen down, but currently, I don’t know how.

It’s a struggle if I am being honest.

For a literature student whose life depends on penning down words, it is sometimes very sad and disturbing. When not a single sentence makes sense or isn’t up to the standards that I have set for myself.

This brings me to how it’s not like the struggle is something new or unknown to me. It is very known that my words are never good enough, for there is always something better on the internet.

Something more profound or worth the time which makes me extremely insecure about exposing my ramblings to the world.

It is like baring my soul naked for all to judge and I really wonder how the content creators do it?

How do you take on the unfiltered criticism, the judgment, and the unwanted opinion? Doesn’t it hurt more when the most brutality comes from those closest to you, even when they are saying it for your betterment?

Do you see how I digress? Yeah. That happens more than I would like to admit.

But it’s okay.

Writing is a process, and every process has its ups and downs. We just need to learn to embrace it all.

And how to deal with criticism? I’ll consult my therapist and get back to you about that.