Hello Handwritten Hive community…😊
I'm really glad I came across this community.
Writing has been my way of finding ease whenever I feel overwhelmed or when my mind is cluttered. There's something about putting pen to paper, it feels like I'm pouring my heart out on the page, letting go of the weight I carry inside.
It's not just about the words but the relief that comes with them.
So…. I thought to share this with you all.
For a while now, my mind has felt like a room filled with scattered clothes, books, and half finished projects. I walk into it every morning, and instead of peace, it's the opposite (chaos), and this could be because I have a lot going on right now in my life.
Some days I convince myself it’s just a phase. Other days, I know it’s more than that, it’s the accumulation of experiences, struggles, and dreams that I haven’t yet figured out how to arrange neatly.
When I look back at my life, I see it as a series of chapters. Growing up, I thought life was a straight line, you study, you pass exams, you get a good job, and everything else falls into place. But life has its own script, and I’ve learned that my path isn’t as predictable as I once believed.
I know very well that there were moments of joy, little victories that felt bigger than life itself. I remember the first time I achieved something I had worked so hard for. The pride in my heart wasn’t just about proving myself to others, but proving to myself that I was capable.
But just as there were heights, there were lows. I’ve had days when I questioned everything, my choices, my friendships, my purpose. Those days didn’t just test me, they reshaped me.
One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned is that not everyone who starts the journey with you will walk with you till the end. People leave, sometimes gently, sometimes abruptly, and you’re left to pick up the pieces of yourself they carried.
At first, I took it personally, thinking it was something wrong with me. But over time, I realized that life is a constant movement of people in and out, each one leaving behind a lesson.
And then there’s the quiet battles I don’t always speak about. The ones that happen in my head; doubts, fears, and unspoken regrets. On the outside, I may smile and keep pushing, but inside, I’ve often wrestled with queestions like; Am I doing enough? Am I enoughs? These thoughts clutter my mind more than any external problem ever could.
Yet even in the clutter, I’ve found something beautiful, resilience. I’ve discovered that no matter how messy my mind feels, I always find a way to keep moving. Maybe not perfectly, maybe not quickly, but step by step. And with each step, I’m learning that clarity doesn’t come all at once. It comes in fragments, a moment of laughter with loved ones, a sudden idea while journaling, or the relief of finishing a small task I had been putting off.
Today, my story isn’t about having everything figured out. It’s about learning to live in the middle of the clutter, to breathe through it, and to trust that little by little, the pieces will come together.
My life may not look like the neat story I once imagined, but it’s mine, raw, imperfect, and still unfolding.
If there’s one thing I hope my story says, it’s this: you don’t have to be fully “sorted out” to keep living, growing, and even inspiring. Sometimes, the beauty is in the clutter itself.
THANK YOU! For finding out little community of people who still write things by hand! Welcome!
I feel you here. This is something that I contend with almost every single waking moment, and that is because of the fact that nobody on Earth holds me to a higher account than myself.
It is such a struggle to take in the realisation that sometimes whether you put in an extra hour, or ten, no one will notice. No one will thank you, and the outcome or value derived from that extra time is lost.
But to keep that inner voice at bay, sometimes it is worth it. I think sometimes, we need a friendly reminder, from ourselves, that it is okay to call something "finished" or "good enough", not just in the context of the things that we do, but the way that we feel.
If we're sad for a time, there's going to be a period of time for that sadness. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, and we need to see it and navigate to it ourselves. If there is someone to hold our hand along the way, that makes it even better!
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