No Direction - No Destiny?

What do you expect of me after reading the heading of this post?  It clearly says no direction - no destiny.  So, why do you think I should write on some specific subject?  The truth is I have no knowledge on any particular subject.  I know something about many subjects but not much about a single subject.  I consider myself a pseudo-thinker, pseudo-writer, pseudo-poet, and a pseudo-intellectual.

The problem with me is that I read too much just to satiate my thirst for something new, not to learn anything.  I think too much merely to satisfy my intellectual libido.  I talk too much not to impress others but to pacify my inner rage against the outer world.  People think I do it to make an impact.

I have been writing poetry not to be recognized as a poet.  Honestly not.  It is simply a matter of getting rid of the incessant pressure of  poetic thoughts on my mind.  I do not do cosmetic surgery on my poetry.  And I really don't know why some of my verses are highly appreciated by people.  I also don't know why and how I won at least one prize in each poetry contest that I entered during college days.

I'm astonished now just what special I wrote in the contest for selection in first year as Sub-Editor and in second year as Senior Editor of college magazine 'Manzil' (destiny) that captured the attention of our professor Iqbal Jafri, for it was never my manzil to become a writer?

Then what the hell am I doing here?  That's the point to be explored.  So, instead of putting you to pains, I admit, rather confess, that skipping aside whatever I did in the past I have decided to write for the sake of writing.  Should anybody think that it is not a crystal clear destiny, I don't mind at all.

Hence, no direction - no destiny in literary terms but writing itself is a singular direction and destiny as well in terms of fulfilling some empty space that is abundantly available and should not be left unfilled because The Creator does not want it so.

If you also belong to my type of species, then do write something for the sake of writing whether someone reads it or not.  At least time would not erase it from its palm.

Break the shackles of complacence and let the writer be freed even if he has no direction and no destiny because doing itself is a great achievement!

If you believe that I'm not a hypocrite, you should also trust my words that I was certainly not sure that I could write this post beyond 4-6 lines and more than one paragraph.

It is also a proof that writing for the sake of writing is not an impossible task.  You just need to sit down either with a pen in hand or before your Personal Computer, determined to create something out of nothing.  That is really a thrilling experience you should not sacrifice at the altar of any compulsions, hesitation, shyness and fear of not writing good.