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Healed or Destroyed?

Some days, no combination of 26 letters can capture your thoughts.

Okay. So, exactly 16 days ago, I had decided I would never ever ever write another blog post again and i wrote my reasons in a blog post (that post is deleted, by the way. so were some other posts that had no quality whatsoever, basically everything.)

I honestly have no idea who I was trying to kid when I said I would never post again. I mean, who am I to decide that I won’t create anymore?

I couldn’t give up on art (no matter how bad.) It isn’t in my blood. (Ignore the cliche.)

In the 15 days since the Secret Tragic Event, I survived. Surprisingly, I didn’t cry even once (sorta). Lewis Capaldi, Supernatural and art kept me alive. Breathing, too.

Anyways, the Secret Tragic Event changed me. What a surprise! (cue exaggerated gasp).

Basically, the point of this post is to tell that –

I’m back! (non-existent audience cries tears of joy)
I’ve changed because of the Secret Tragic Event
Since, I’ve changed, my blog will change
I really wanna know what readers want to read about (pls tell me in the comments.)
No matter what, me and art are inseparable (art: music, dance, writing, reading, thinking, basically everything that exists)
I am a clueless creature
I really love all the people who read my blog posts. I mean, when I started out, I was pretty sure, nobody, and I mean, no single body would read my posts. I love you all, I thank you all and I hope I have changed you in some way or the other, in a good way, obviously.
I really love words, like, what would I be without them.
I really have to improve my vocabulary

i don’t know if the words i write heal me or destroy me.

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wakeupyou’redying

Gentle reminder: Every passing second, you’re closer to dying.

Gentle suggestion: Go Live Life.

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-my way of dealing with you

Post author By chas
Post date January 8, 2020
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The Universe is a poem…

“Why do you write so much, love?” he asked me.

Why do I write?

When I think about you, babe, my head goes crazy with the thoughts.

I wonder how to stop myself from going insane. The answer is I can’t. I can’t stop myself from going insane.

That’s why I write. I write so much because I can’t stop thoughts. I write and write and write because the only way I can live the next moment is by writing.

Not because I like to.

Not because I want to.

But because I need to.

I need to write to stop myself from getting killed.

I need to write to survive.

I need to write to breathe.

Breathe from the thoughts of you that might kill me.

“I like writing,” is my not – so – honest answer to him.

Gracias.

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cOnfUseD yEt?

Practice doesn’t make a man perfect. But it sure does make a man tired.
Krishna Chaitanya (My Classmate)

Hi. So. Ummm. Hi.

These past few days, I wanted to take a break from life. Die. Then come back to life to see who actually cared. You know, the usual.

Let’s get on with this post. Nobody’s perfect. Perfection doesn’t exist. Or so we think. See, in life, everything is a paradox. You think that reality is something that exists. But, it is something that we perceive to exist. Because that is my perception on reality, I perceive reality to be something that we perceive. It’s messy business. Then again, the universe is a messy business. The universe is chaotic. And in that chaos, we find order. So finally is the universe chaotic or orderly or chaotically-ordered or ordered-chaotically? See? Complicated mess. Or simplified complexity? Or complex-simplicity?

Sorry. I’ll stop now. So, as I was telling (writing), perfection doesn’t exist. Or so we think. We are all imperfect. And we are perfect at being imperfect. So, technically, we are all perfect. But we are perfect at being imperfect. So, technically, we are all imperfect. So, the oxymoron perfectly imperfect is true. It’s not an oxymoron because it’s true. But it’s also an oxymoron because, perfect and imperfect are contradicting each other. So, technically, it is an oxymoron and isn’t an oxymoron at the same time. So we are perfect and imperfect at the same time. And perfectly imperfect is an oxymoron and not an oxymoron at the same time.

I don’t know if this makes sense. But it does make sense if thought about. So, this whole thought has sense and is senseless at the same time.

Confused yet? Welcome to my blog, where my sole purpose is to confuse you. Joking. Or am I?

Thank you for reading my confusing post.

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#aterribleplace series //3

Post author By chas
Post date December 8, 2019
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Thank You.

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#aterribleplace series //2

Post author By chas
Post date November 29, 2019
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Thank You.

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#aterribleplace series //1

Post author By chas
Post date November 26, 2019
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and then, there was this life

Post author By chas
Post date November 18, 2019
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“What is life?”

“It is spontaneity in randomness. “

Hello mankind.

In the year of 2019, on a Sunday, dated 17th November, at 19:38 to be precise, a teenager with exactly 5061 days of life started writing her blog. It was a life changing event. For the first time in her 13 years, she believed that there was magic running through her veins. That her soul was comprised of victory. That she was truly free, for she controlled her mind as well as her emotions and feelings. She may not have lived long, but she knew that there was something in her that made her as old as the universe. Like she had experienced everything. Like she had once, long ago won in this experiment, we call life.

I am a poetic person. I hope you’ll excuse my dramatics. But my dramatics are only limited to my writing. In real life, I avoid drama to the point where I would literally die rather than gossip about people.

I refer to life as an experiment and here is why. It is a simple philosophy and everything that I’ve learnt from observing the trends in others’ lives just adds to my theory. We could do everything right, and it could all go wrong. Or, we could do everything wrong and it could all go right. Life’s unpredictable. The truth is that we cannot control life. And I, being the control freak I am, find pleasure in control. That is why, life scares me. Something, so uncertain, I could not come close to even liking. But the irony is that, I’ve always been attracted to everything that scares me. I have always been and presently am fascinated by my fears. Losing control is my fear. Life is chaotic. Life is randomness. Life is uncontrollable. And I am obsessed with figuring it out.

I’m an amateur in the world of blogging and I have no idea how else to introduce my ideas to the world. As I see it, I have to introduce myself before I introduce my ideas.

Dear reader, I thank you for taking the time to read this.

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Post author By chas
Post date November 7, 2019
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The Inauguration.

“What is an Idea?” they asked.

“It’s a headache that won’t leave you until you’ve invested in it,” I said.

My name is Chas and Chas is my name.

Being a writer is scary, especially when you are 14 years old, haven’t taken the time to hone your vocabulary skills and are wondering if your existence makes a difference. But that’s no excuse.

Also, I hate clowns.