Write without inhibitions. Just write no matter how bad or cliche or cheesy it gets. Just write. Let the pen serve its purpose. Let the keyboard feel your fingertips. Open the jar. Unlock the cage. Let the water flow. Let the birds escape. Let your ideas be free. Never suppress again whatever you want to write. Forget everything else but the stories that deserve to be told. Even those you think are not.
Right now my happiness overflows that I feel like it’s already seeping through my skin like sweat. I love this feeling. I love, love, feeling positive emotions. But it’s also scary. Extreme happiness is somewhat unreal to me that when I do feel it, I get anxious in anticipation of the coming of an unpleasant happening. It’s like enjoying a sunny/cloudy day but you know the heavy, dark clouds are just waiting to spread across the sky, then comes the downpour of rain. But right now, I honestly don’t want to think of anything else. I just want to savour this happiness. If it shall rain the next day, let it. It will pass. The important thing is that prior to the rainy days, I’ve truly enjoyed the sunshine instead of worrying over the coming the rain.