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There are some things which cannot be forced. And sometimes when you exert more force to attain the things you want, the more they disappear. I think words are like that. Perhaps a real-life situation would be the writer's block. I'm sure most of us have experienced this pressing, stressful state, and I believe most of us tend to end up in frustration. Frustration because of the overwhelming demand of words from which the brain simply refuses to give and cooperate. The feeling sucks big time. It's as if something inside you wants to get out of the system but they just won't, leaving you on the verge of explosion. Just imagine if someone eats a bomb and it doesn't explode, but it just ticks away in his poor stomach (ok, not realistic). But hypothetically, it must have been sucky. And to a more familiar setting, writing essays within a duration of time, hands clammy and heart palpitating, due to time constraint and word-blockage. And then you'd resort to "crapping" during examinations.

And if you ask me why I end up writing this post, it all begins with an urge to pen something down. Just like described above, I was experiencing this feeling of wanting to express some things out from the system, yet they cannot find the exit sign. And believe me, up till now while I'm typing these words away, I still cannot find and string the right words to substitute this "thing" that needed the escapism. So instead of feeling pressured, I thought I might just write about these whole notion of "getting blocked".

So what I'm really curious about is actually how writers gain easy access to inspiration. What I heard is that the more 'depressed' you are, the better you write, and then voila, you just produce a beautifully-written piece of work. Well I have to agree because I've read excerpts, poems, stories which are so emotionally-driven and they are so well-written. Inspiration-inducing tragedy? Perhaps. Maybe they put themselves back in a particular episode which evokes a lumpful of emotions. Or maybe it just takes coincidence or even fate, like an encounter with someone and they can suddenly go into the full-force writing. For some, they need references from a particular template to start the ball rolling. What are your inspirations?

Because of the little jams I've had (especially when racing against time), I came to really respect successful writers and even ordinary writers (from blogs and such) who possess a natural talent to write. I salute you because the task of stringing words together and forming sentences, paragraphs, texts and then finally conveying your messages across isn't at all so easy. And particularly for writers who not only did an amazing job to write, but to reach out to their readers and leaving them with the concoction of emotions of the aftermath, (it can be joy, satisfaction, motivation, epiphany, guilt, sadness etc) after having read their writing. Incredible. It's amazing how words can affect lives, or even change them. I think the power of words is so underrated people often forget the value of words. Like throwing around words they don't really mean.

In times of writer's block, we realize the value of words. And because words are so valuable, one shouldn't force them. Hopefully the words you are searching for will come soon when you take it easy. I guess it is justifiable when we are told to calm down when faced with examination, it's for the easy word flow. Words cannot be forced, just like feelings.

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