Alchemy of answers.

I've been contemplating something since last evening. Can you surprise yourself by ~trying to navigate around something you always naturally did?

Is it a phase or a personality outgrown?

What do you do when you are tuned to inspired actions but never inspired like before to do your thing

Is it your thing anymore, when you tell people I am a writer, are you; now?

Or has your medium of telling stories shifted shapes?

It is heart-breaking to hold onto a dream in a cloud of confusion.

Is it a better choice to let it solve itself while you show up for other journeys.

But what if showing up only when you feel inspired turns it into a shadow sneaking away.


Where does your art come from?

It comes from within.

It emerges, it gets created. So you can truly never lose it. It's just taking its own rhythm and I think being present to it is the best gift.

Like right now.

Something made you feel like beginning this piece the way you did and it found its way to someone who needed it. Especially you.

It is always finding it's way out to the world.

The spirit of writing never fades because it's always something that resides within, holding wisdom like a sun with infinite rays.

This isn't a phase, fall out or a block; it's just your next arc of excellence getting seasoned in silence. Written in lived experiences. Translated to words in perfect timing. When the urge of a story rises, it walks out dressed like it's going on a date.

And then a reader finds it.

They fall in love. Your words make them smile and their love makes you.

This journey is eternal.

Plant all questions like faith and let the wilderness grow 

Do not expect the garden to look like a certain something because you aren't.

You are a magical forest with multiple passions growing, flowing, howling, chirping, roaring and hushing. You are passion in all forms, nature, life and lifeless.

Your expressions of the world and your inner landscapes aren't stories, they are enchantments.

It will always emerge and mesmerize.

Like the forest, writing is the beginning of your thought's civilization.

So don't be afraid if new architecture is more visible now. You've grown, you're growing rapidly and taking leaps. The leap into the forest green of writing is inevitable.

Writing isn't your identity,

It's your nature.

Very nature.

And nature grows in true freedom.

Have you given yourself that?

~Vajj©


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