Let's Just Begin Again

Getting back to writing, especially after a gap of 3 years is scary. I almost feel like I am at the starting line again and I might just have to begin by learning the alphabet. But then I buck up and remind myself of the painter who sat every evening before a blank canvas vowing to create the painting that would be the culmination of all his artistic brilliance and undulating hard work over the years; his MASTERPIECE. And he stared at the blank canvas, and stared and stared until it almost felt like it had a life of its own. And it glared back at him: pristine, untainted and daunting! And they glowered at each other daily.

Days went by and turned into weeks, and then months and then years... and our hero's canvas remained blank. On his deathbed our frail old man had an epiphany that a handful of some things (a few average paintings, in this case) would have been better than an empty canvas (or a blank page). Coz trying and not reaching the mark, or even trying and failing utterly, is better any day than not having tried at all.

So that, my dear friends is the reason I decided to jump first and contemplate later and I burnt the bridges before I chickened out and wanted to run back. The reason I came to the draft box and started typing furiously before the empty draft box glared at me and succeeded in scaring me away as it has often before.
So now my canvas stands; resplendent with splotches of my brave, bright, vivid words; cowering in fright before me. Believe me when I tell you that I feel all the fervent exhilaration of a gladiator in an ancient roman arena who has just vanquished a wild beast.