Writer’s Block- A hindrant or a beginning?

I just sat down to write something. Something which has been going on in my mind and troubling me since long. Something, which has always been a part of me, since ages. I have tried to reconcile myself with it but have not been able to do so or rather have not been successful at it.
They say destiny plays a very significant role in determining your future. But how can destiny play with something which has always been present. Something which has always been there since the beginning.
But that which has been stuck in the dark hours of monotony.
I have tried so hard to break this, but in vain. It hammers me to the core. I cant live with it or without it.
It is the writer’s block which is prevalent in my mind. Which makes my mind go paralytic. I cannot put my thoughts together in spite of having beautiful ideas strumming like butterflies in my head.
It is when the mind rules over the heart and when the heart is not allowed to have a say. That’s when such kind of a situation arises. It is when one tries to run from his own self, from his own true behavior. I now realize how I have tried to run away from myself. And that’s the only reason why whenever I think I will sit down to write, my mind tell me a no. As my mind is very fearful and dreading the tomorrow. My mind is very scared of the output. My mind fears what will people say when they read the write-up. It is not free-flowing. It is not happy in the present, nor was in the past.
Man is supposed to be what it has always been. Since various births man has been living with it. Now I realize that destiny does play a picture. The inherent nature of man does stay truly by itself. But the way man reaches towards his true goal is how destiny directs him to it. Destiny does play a picture. That is becoming my sole belief, slowly and steadily. As I sit down to write and complete this article, I realized I could write a paragraph even with the fear of writer’s block in my mind. Slowly and steadily, the fear goes away as I come to know that the basic duty of any writer is to write for himself first and thereafter his audience. If he himself is not happy with the write-up, there is no point in garnering expectations that other will.
I hope my writer’s block goes away, slowly. A small anecdote to sum this up, as the rain washes away d earth’s heat and grime, so shall my fear be taken away too far. I can breathe in peace and allow my writing to take me into a new world. The world which always existed. The world which has always awaited my return. Once Again.