One of the most beautiful things about writing is that it coaches you to sort your thoughts into some form of coherence, 
untangle your mental mess, 
crystallise your ideas, 
and approach situations in a critical manner.

Whenever I find myself having too many encumbering thoughts swimming around in my head,
I sit down and write after letting my thoughts sink for a bit.

The words don't always flow easily.

Sometimes they tumble out in drips and drabs.

But at the end of the day, 
clarity comes to me once the thoughts translate into tangible words. 
It's almost as if I can explain myself better to myself upon reading my written, somewhat organised thoughts.

And that, is why I write.



Isn't it strange?
That the most fleeting moments in life are perhaps those which create the most imprinting memories.