Just a thought

Just feeling like writing. The inherent feeling of typing random thoughts, playing with words, typing and then thinking (did I spill out my trade secret), forgetting about being a journalist and just having a tete-a-tete with the little girl inside me that refuses to die, stop, grow. Hmmm. You know the feeling of letting go all efforts to make sense, writing with brevity, obeying rules and regulations as mentioned in the Bible Wren and Martin or juggling with words. All those who are writers by choice will identify with me. Why do we always want to talk or write sense? Can't we just write nonsense? If there is so much of nonsense, emptiness around us, in our minds always, why, why, do we run after meaning or worthiness? Why do we have to be sane? Always? Just letting go is a good idea. The feeling of being happy, satisfied, thankful for whatever we have, basically to stop, assess, know where we are before moving ahead. Once in the rat race we forget what we are getting, what are we working with and where we began and what was our aim while starting?