Doesn’t it feel strange when you can’t find anything to write about? When you feel like blabbing on just won’t make you feel any better or any different? Some friends have noticed that my words are often hieroglyphic. I even talk about one story but entirely relating it to a different experience I can associate it with. Sometimes a line may appear plain shallow, but it carries a manifold of contrasting emotions, it invokes deadened feelings and conceals a growing agitation or elation - if you take it into a positive light. One thing worth mentioning though is that, I rarely write when I can’t take THIS smile off my face. 
Do you want to know the most sacred feeling in the world? For me, it is contentment. Attempting to explain how it feels to be in that state wouldn’t be as meaningful as completely feeling its rawness within you and not letting anyone step in and ruin that moment. And the only person who can share it with you is someone who believes that contentment exists. It is nearer to touch, clearer to see and easier to achieve once you abolish all your doubts that it could never be yours and could never happen to anyone at all.
Is it hard to realize that the moment you stop asking, the answer naturally finds its way to you and that the moment you stop looking for the truth, it shows up in your face?
With man’s innate stubbornness, it really is hard.
