Unfinished — A Writing Challenge

A Personal Essay

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Some things are never meant to be final, regardless of how long I have been waiting for them to turn out as expected.

Some stories are never meant to have a full stop; for them, “unfinished” is truly what it’s all about.

It is so bothersome that nothing is ever finished, and everything remains incomplete despite my best efforts. I keep trying to receive what is to come and refuse to give up any longer.

I have prayed to God many times for things I hoped to receive in various ways. It’s important to understand that good things take time and often bring unexpected blessings greater than we imagined. This realization is ongoing and cannot be fully grasped, remaining beautifully unfinished forever.

I always dreamed of choosing my room in a house that would be decorated, but nothing has ever come of it. I have always kept my room simple, and it still feels unfinished.

I have always learned that, whatever the situation, I should never give up or conclude that everything is over. Because of this, things have remained unfinished.

I sometimes become a little angry — not so much anymore — when my parents constantly force me to try things which I don’t like. Their habit of unnecessarily forcing and pressuring me is something that never seems to change.

Depending on friends and parents is okay, but making myself independent for the sake of self-care and self-love means I will no longer leave myself unfinished.

A Poem on “Unfinished”:

An unfinished work no longer exists.

An unfinished work cannot be expected.

An unfinished cannot be stopped.

An unfinished cannot be predicted.

Tagging Manmeet Singh Bhatia for this writing challenge.

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