Compulsive Impulsive Me

At 4 in the morning, on an alcohol induced impulse, I create this blog with the idea that it will help me be accountable for my thoughts. I have known for quite some time that my thoughts have lost footing with reality as it is. I have managed to get myself lost in this tricky maze of random thoughts and ingeniously stupid rationalisations. This blog will document, coherently if possible, the always useless and sometimes wonderful things that my brain manages to construct. I also hope that penning these things down would also help me escape the repetition in thoughts that has begun to bore me.

In the hope that it will provide structure to my thoughts, I will now think through this blog. 

If I do continue to add to this blog, I also hope to witness and document at the same time, the progress that arises from practice. I believe writing is a skill and as such can be honed only through practice. In the course of my learning whatever things I have learnt so far, I have noticed that skill at a craft takes a form completely different from what one would imagine.

 I can only explain this through an example and what better an example that sports. My 4 years of practicing badminton have shaped my play in a way I had not imagined before. Its not about big powerful muscles and amazing reflexes as I had imagined, its about the smaller muscles and snappy flicks, its about delayed reaction and smooth restrained movement. A doubles game begins and ends at the service and its return in a subtle exchange of small shots. If you progress further, the variables will, in all probability, change entirely.

This is what I call skill because it is impossible for an unskilled eye to truly fathom these things. The skill here is not intuitive and can only be developed by devoting time. It is so complex, you can only perform it be rewiring the brain to memorise pathways for these complex actions until they become effortless. You cannot perform the moves by force of concentration, you need to imbibe them and they will evolve into something much more. And it is the nature of skill that it will take a form that you cannot predict, a form that is much more beautiful that you can possibly imagine in the beginning. 

Okay, enough digression, let me get back to the point. I wish to continue writing and immerse myself in a world of words and ideas with its own unique rules and quirks. I want to witness the change in the words I use and how I use them and more importantly, the change in the stories I tell.

 I am very curious as to what form this learning would take and what insights it would give me. If it turns out to be anything like my badminton journey, it will take me somewhere new.

P.S. I realise the title is in no way related to the post because this is not how I expected the post to be, but I like it and so I'll keep it. I guess this justifies it a little.

Titles must asked for in the end and then displayed at the top i guess.