Hello fellow writers and dreamers, I hope this post finds you well and in the throes of creativity. I wanted to take a moment to share a little bit about my journey as a writer here on this platform.
You see, I'm not an expert. I don't have a degree in creative writing, and I've never attended a writing workshop. I don't know all the rules of grammar, and sometimes I struggle to find the right words. But I write. I write because I have stories inside me that need to be told. I write because it's a way for me to make sense of the world around me. I write because it brings me joy.
I believe that at the heart of every writer is a storyteller. And every storyteller has a unique voice, a unique perspective, a unique story to tell. We don't need to be experts to share our stories. We just need to be brave enough to put our thoughts into words, to pour our hearts out onto the page.
Writing from the heart means being honest, being vulnerable. It means sharing a piece of yourself with your readers. It's not always easy, but it's always worth it. Because when you write from the heart, you connect with your readers on a deeper level. You make them feel something. And that, to me, is the true power of storytelling.
So, to all the writers out there who feel like they're not good enough, who feel like they don't know enough, remember this: You are enough. Your stories are enough. Write from the heart, and your words will resonate. They will touch people. They will make a difference.
I'd love to hear from you all. What inspires you to write? How do you overcome self-doubt? How do you keep your passion for writing alive?
Keep writing, keep dreaming, keep believing.
You said it all my friend.
We live in a work of stories. Humans are creatures meant for expressing. I admire the enriched view that each individual has developed by simply existing on this planet and living. Different perspectives, subjectivity, etc... There is so much to learn, so many amazing people to interact with, so much to share... Yet so little time. But still, we find fulfilment. We find experiences. I reckon this all is possible only because people are fundamentally similar... Yet so unique that you can't seem to find two people who completely agree on two aspects of life.
I was lost. I am lost. I hated writing, in my school days I was often forced to write things of trivial matter with no significance whatsoever. Jotting down the information I already knew and found redundant led me into developing a bitter resentment towards both writing and the people who forced me to do it. As an extremely introverted personality that I was, I was never capable of finding people of my interests and sharing the same passion as me. As such, I never made any friends.
It wasn't that I didn't find people intriguing, no matter what sort of conversation I tried to execute it always led nowhere. The people I met in my day-to-day life seemed superficial and lifeless to me. Never passionate about anything I found fascinating. Ironically and on the contrary, people often commented on how I appeared ‘dead' to them, that I was hollow and lifeless. I always found it amusing. I always hated that. I never shared similar interests with the masses. I didn't like sports or parties or gossip. Somehow that made me dead.
I didn't heed much though and kept working on whatever thing I was working on, irrespective of whether I wished to do it or not. I slaved away many days of fruitless labour, yearning for meaning and freedom. I never found it, I doubt there is any. I realized that the only way out is to act, and time won't change anything. I was resentful, unable to accept or forgive.
I reckon I would have continued being that, hating society and loathing people. Never to interact with humans again once I break my bounds. But a few key people changed my view of this world.
None of these key people are my family members or friends. Heck, they don't even know me and I never even met them. Many of them, in fact, are dead. These key people didn't know whether their work would be successful or not, and it didn't really matter to them either. Because what drove them to strive was creativity, more than anything else, appreciation and gratitude towards life.
Slowly and steadily, I learned from these people and found the true wonders of this world and how to appreciate the little things in life. I learned to express myself, albeit not well, still learning. I haven't yet found meaning, but I found meaning to give meaning to my quest. And even if I never find meaning, I will be satisfied by just knowing I strived and persevered. At least thus far.
During all this, I also found my love for writing. I am bad at drawing. I am bad at music. I am basically bad at every form of human expression. The only way for me to express left, therefore, was writing. At least that's how I remember I got into writing, not sure. But back then I wasn't
really into writing. I still had that lingering resentment from those old memories.
No, I remember when I
truly became a writer. It was a day as good as any. People I live with had again disappointed me in myself for whatever trivial reason I don't remember. Saddened and cursing my existence, I went back to my room. For whatever reason, by this time whenever I got sad I uses to write. It was better than any other means anyway. On that day, in one of my older notes, I found myself reading what I was thinking of writing today. Let me simplify, basically, I realized that I had referenced an idea that I thought hadn't come to me back then. I realized how deep the seed of thought goes in a human brain. I realized I could track the genesis of my thought process via writing, and understand myself better.
I was baffled. I was amused. I fell in love. I am writing ever since (good? Questionable). To this day whenever I am anywhere, people still tell me I am a ‘dead' and ‘emotionless' ‘hollow' person. But I know otherwise. And I know it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter why, how, or from where you started writing. What matter is which stories you wish to convey to others. What value you wish to give them. Value I found in others, I wish to help others find in me so that they can too learn to appreciate life.
That is why I write.
I have no clue what blabber I have written.
