'Granny gon' turn up in her grave and say, “My granny really was a slave for this. All your
- Halima J.
- Jan 19, 2017
- 2 min read
I am guilty of stifling myself. For friends, family, colleagues and people that have my future in their blood stained hands. My writing has always been an escape from that. The observation that leaves a bad taste in my mouth whether that be the eye contact that lasted a second too long or the lack of hygiene by an apparent human being is all collected into ‘my notes’ on my iPhone. Locked with a fingertip and forgotten until the next instance I was able to continue on with whatever else life throws at me. That was all until recently. I started to become more and more conscious of myself and my place in society, allowing me to reach the conclusion that I don’t care enough to hold it in anymore. The pages and pages of mental notes I’ve kept to myself eventually turn out to be too much. It started to give me the notification: ‘Storage full. You can manage your storage in your settings’. But like we all do, I clicked ‘done’ and moved on. Until the messages kept popping up ultimately stopping me from receiving the messages people were giving me and taking mental pictures of all the beauty that surrounded me. I became sluggish, along with constantly crashing despite my continuous efforts of deleting and deleting and deleting all the words I had stored up and long forgotten. I started to doubt my mind set. Comparing myself to other people who were able to get through life without batting an eyelash. They would be able to articulate what they would want to say as well as juggling their responsibilities. My simplistic viewpoint was put to shame. It took me a while to realise that it was the simplicity of my mentality that I loved. I didn’t need to be able to multitask but rather balance everything. My way of thinking wasn’t the issue, it was my unnecessary hoarding of patterns and explanations that were bringing me down. Upgrading to a new mindset, with a larger storage, I now happily save only my poems in the notes. Retaining only positivity and thoughts that could tarnish my non-existent career, with 64gb of storage left, I now enunciate with no hesitation.
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