I hear you are weighed down by doubt, riddled with anxiety, and feeling a tad uneasy. You hit a home-run at your second at bat at now you're not sure if you can step up to the plate again. Relax. Take a breath. We have all been there. Welcome to our disease. Let me show you how to live with it.
The world is too much with us and that is okay. You took a risk and with all risk comes fear and tension and doubt. But fear is the captain of courage, without which the sails lay limp, the ship moored. So often we are told that risk-taking is the stuff of heroes and supermen. Images of cliff divers cloud the reality of quiet moments of vulnerability. The ability to turn your insides out and present them to an uncaring world is the ultimate act of bravery.
People plagued by uncertainty would rather remain silent than cultivate their voice. So afraid to speak, to write, to share, to explore or expose the mass of people remain silent. But not you, young writer, you have felt the itch, you have heard the voice and you will never be the same. A nagging need give shape to the shapeless will haunt you from this day forth. Listen for as long as you need, but you have already felt the exhilaration of creation. You have felt the power of connection, understanding and acceptance. You spoke and we applauded. It felt good. It felt right, but now what? How can you do that again?
You won't. You don't need to. Don't set that expectation. You will only be disappointed. Let the audience remain vague and beyond your reach. Do not write for us, not yet. Write for yourself. Write for the muse and the voice. Write for that which you have no choice. Write for your passion and for your love. Write for yourself and write to explore.
Sometimes we will respond, but most often we will not. Do not let the silence discourage you. Do not let the applause confuse you. Just write. It will never be right It will never be perfect. At best it will be clear and articulate. It may melt a heart or spark a revolution, but sometimes it will do nothing more than unburden your heart.
You have taken the first step on a long journey. There is no end. No destination. Just write what you see, what you feel. We are all here somewhere on the path doing the same. Write honestly. Write from the heart and you will see that this disease may actually be a blessing. It may be the only thing that keeps you alive.
We are a family- the writers and story tellers, the artists and the saints. You keep writing and you will find us in the shadows.
Exactly. Love this. #samepageagainReplyDelete
Let the audience remain vague and beyond your reach. Do not write for us, not yet. Write for yourself. Write for the muse and the voice. Write for that which you have no choice. Write for your passion and for your love. Write for yourself and write to explore.
I totally agree with your concept and the fact which Ms.Puala pointed out on.These are things in life which are going to happen and we got to be ready to face the audience's expression of being "vague and beyond your reach".We need to be writing to please ourselves and not the people who are reading it.Like what Mr.R says is when your writing your blog post,write about something which you are passionate about and not on the topic which your faced to do on.In contrast to all of these,there have been cases in which I was forced to write about something.eg:exam.Why was it like that ?ReplyDelete
Sometimes there are things that are difficult to think about and so they're difficult to write about and there is a part of us that avoids difficulty. Sometimes we need an "exam" to force us out of our comfort zone. There is a great scene in Kerouac's On the Road . . . in which he sits near a beautiful Mexican girl on the Greyhound bus and it's killing him that he wants --NEEDS-- to speak to her but he doesn't know what to say or how to say it and he beats his thighs with his fists in frustration until he finally manages to get some words out. I think that we don't always get to choose when we take the exam, so to speak. Sometimes we write on things we don't want to, when we don't want to-- so that when we're called on to speak in a time and place we didn't pick, we can find the words we need.ReplyDelete
YES! I feel like this sometimes... Nobody comments on my blog sometimes... I feel lonely and ignored. I cannot feel the purpose of my writing. But I have realized that writing is not for anybody else. It is for ME. If somebody else comments on my blog then great. But its all about my journey as a writer!ReplyDelete