Howdy all? I was just sitting and thinking, and a random thought came to my mind. What it’s like to be a writer… So I started thinking and putting it altogether, here’s my piece, let me know yours 🙂
Being a writer is not at all an easy task, as it requires to bear pain, pursuit of truth, the restless desire of putting words together … which cringes you from inside out! But I love it. I am blessed to have the power of pen in my life, which frees me from limitations and allows me to transcript my freedom.
I feel people who write have a pure soul, sensitive heart and shattered dreams. Purity of their own soul sometimes dilute us, having a sensitive heart is often mis-judged as our weakness, and our shattered dreams often mis-understood as if we live a miserable life. This is all true, trust me, it is… but its all because our vision is more broaden than yours. We look around and try to do our part one word at a time. It doesn’t mean writers’ are just soft skinned, wretched words and chicken heart fellows.
Our dashed dreams are divided into millions of twinkling stars in the night sky that we wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken and we really don’t mind that, because we know and accept the fact “it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.” We carry a reputation with in ourselves, that take long nights, dusk to dawn to write into the overgrown scenery of lost pages. Pages that are to some just pages, words that may be mere words for you – but for us, not even a single word is wasted, they translate our thoughts into life. Show us the meaning of life.
Just a random thought, which comes to my mind, every now and then! Why do I write? May be it’s just the way I fight… or it is something that for me, is just right … <3
“When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.”