Nothing against blogger, but I've decided to move to tumblr. Maybe then I'll remember to actually blog... So, if you have a tumblr, please follow! If not, get one! They're super cool and so easy to manage. Thanks to all my lovely readers and followers. You make me feel appreciated.
~Amanda
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Monday, May 10, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The official '09 to '10 transition...
So it’s that time of year again, the first day of the year when everyone is posting their reflections of the past year and their resolutions for the new year. Well, this time I’m going to do something a little different.
I don’t have much to say about 2009. It was… a difficult year, in retrospect. There were laughs, there was love, and there was happy - like any other year. But, in retrospect, the happy was sort of overshadowed by the not-so-happy. For me, in 2009 there were many months of misery on end, without much of a break in between. My experience as a junior/senior in high school has been extremely difficult, and there were times I barely got by. I wanted change, probably too much too fast, and the Fates were against me then. But: I got by. I made it to 2010.
This year, I’m not going to expect too much. I hope this year will be better - and I really think it will be - but I’ve learned the hard way not to set my expectations too high. However, I am going in with a positive mindset, and I’ll see where the winds of change take me.
I haven’t made any resolutions for this year. Rather, I have certain desires in mind, and I shall keep them in mind to motivate and guide me throughout the year. Of course, I have set a few goals for the sake of practicality; but I’ve never been particularly good with follow-through, and in my current condition follow-through isn’t something I can control. So we’ll see how that goes.
First: I want to find love.
Or for it to find me. Yes, I know I’m setting the bar a little high, but let’s throw realism out the window for a minute. To quote the great Benjamin Disraeli: “We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.” I am convinced that my life as it is now is incomplete. It’s not that I haven’t had a boyfriend during my seventeen years on this earth. I just long for completion, and it seems that I’m not complete on my own. I want to find that someone who will fill the gap that no one else can fill. Love is our only escape sometimes, and when we don’t have arms to run to, what can we do? Even now I’m listening to a song that says, “we live for love.” It’s true: we do live for it. It’s the only thing that ever really matters in our lives. And if love conquers all, why shouldn’t I go looking for it?
Second: I want to belong.
My whole life, I’ve never really had a place of belonging. A place where I can say, “this is home.” Sure, I have a home. But if you know me, you would know I can’t really call it “home”. I don’t belong here, I never did. I’ve always felt like a wanderer. Like Ariel in the sea or the great heroine Anna Karenina. So I want to find my safe place. They say “home is where the heart is”… well my heart needs somewhere to call home. Whether it’s college, my own apartment or another town or city altogether. I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out.
Third: I want to do what I love without struggling to do so.
Yes, I do in fact struggle to do the things I enjoy. I want to be able to read and write and take pictures and play the piano without getting fatigued and distracted and losing my enthusiasm. My daily life seems like a chore, and I don’t want to lose my fire for the things I’m passionate about.
Fourth: I want to be able to do my responsibilities without struggling the way I do now.
The way I am now, it is a constant hassle for me to do my homework, to help my mom around the house, to help my siblings, to get up and do something. I’ve lost my will, my drive, my energy, and I hate my physical inability to do the simple things that everyone else does and must do. And I really don’t want to have to rely on medication as a source of energy. I used to be so much more energetic, I used to have so much more life in me. and now all I do is ask why, and where did it all go?
Fifth: I don’t want to be trampled on anymore.
Much of my life I’ve been taken advantage of, whether it was because I was too nice or sensitive or unable to stand up for myself. I am in no way the meek little girl I used to be, but a lot of people still get the idea that they can step all over me and use me. I’m tougher, but not tough enough; I’m stronger, but not strong enough. I need that strength to get through this year.
Sixth: I want to be content.
This one is pretty self-explanatory. often I find myself suffering from what I call “tristesse” - a feeling of hopeless longing and sadness and insignificance. I want to see a play like Hamlet without feeling lost in the world and helplessly small.
I guess that’s all I have to say. Wow, I’m melancholy.
In fact, I think all this melancholy has worked me up to happiness. Woo!
Well, happy new year to all, and to all a good night, and a wonderful, blessed new year.
♥
I don’t have much to say about 2009. It was… a difficult year, in retrospect. There were laughs, there was love, and there was happy - like any other year. But, in retrospect, the happy was sort of overshadowed by the not-so-happy. For me, in 2009 there were many months of misery on end, without much of a break in between. My experience as a junior/senior in high school has been extremely difficult, and there were times I barely got by. I wanted change, probably too much too fast, and the Fates were against me then. But: I got by. I made it to 2010.
This year, I’m not going to expect too much. I hope this year will be better - and I really think it will be - but I’ve learned the hard way not to set my expectations too high. However, I am going in with a positive mindset, and I’ll see where the winds of change take me.
I haven’t made any resolutions for this year. Rather, I have certain desires in mind, and I shall keep them in mind to motivate and guide me throughout the year. Of course, I have set a few goals for the sake of practicality; but I’ve never been particularly good with follow-through, and in my current condition follow-through isn’t something I can control. So we’ll see how that goes.
First: I want to find love.
Or for it to find me. Yes, I know I’m setting the bar a little high, but let’s throw realism out the window for a minute. To quote the great Benjamin Disraeli: “We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.” I am convinced that my life as it is now is incomplete. It’s not that I haven’t had a boyfriend during my seventeen years on this earth. I just long for completion, and it seems that I’m not complete on my own. I want to find that someone who will fill the gap that no one else can fill. Love is our only escape sometimes, and when we don’t have arms to run to, what can we do? Even now I’m listening to a song that says, “we live for love.” It’s true: we do live for it. It’s the only thing that ever really matters in our lives. And if love conquers all, why shouldn’t I go looking for it?
Second: I want to belong.
My whole life, I’ve never really had a place of belonging. A place where I can say, “this is home.” Sure, I have a home. But if you know me, you would know I can’t really call it “home”. I don’t belong here, I never did. I’ve always felt like a wanderer. Like Ariel in the sea or the great heroine Anna Karenina. So I want to find my safe place. They say “home is where the heart is”… well my heart needs somewhere to call home. Whether it’s college, my own apartment or another town or city altogether. I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out.
Third: I want to do what I love without struggling to do so.
Yes, I do in fact struggle to do the things I enjoy. I want to be able to read and write and take pictures and play the piano without getting fatigued and distracted and losing my enthusiasm. My daily life seems like a chore, and I don’t want to lose my fire for the things I’m passionate about.
Fourth: I want to be able to do my responsibilities without struggling the way I do now.
The way I am now, it is a constant hassle for me to do my homework, to help my mom around the house, to help my siblings, to get up and do something. I’ve lost my will, my drive, my energy, and I hate my physical inability to do the simple things that everyone else does and must do. And I really don’t want to have to rely on medication as a source of energy. I used to be so much more energetic, I used to have so much more life in me. and now all I do is ask why, and where did it all go?
Fifth: I don’t want to be trampled on anymore.
Much of my life I’ve been taken advantage of, whether it was because I was too nice or sensitive or unable to stand up for myself. I am in no way the meek little girl I used to be, but a lot of people still get the idea that they can step all over me and use me. I’m tougher, but not tough enough; I’m stronger, but not strong enough. I need that strength to get through this year.
Sixth: I want to be content.
This one is pretty self-explanatory. often I find myself suffering from what I call “tristesse” - a feeling of hopeless longing and sadness and insignificance. I want to see a play like Hamlet without feeling lost in the world and helplessly small.
I guess that’s all I have to say. Wow, I’m melancholy.
In fact, I think all this melancholy has worked me up to happiness. Woo!
Well, happy new year to all, and to all a good night, and a wonderful, blessed new year.
♥
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I'm sorry...
Gosh, I'm a really bad blogger. And no, I have not disappeared from the face of the earth.
Blogger bores me.
Well, no it doesn't, but it's really hard to keep up with posting... yeah, that's pretty obvious.
BUT... I've recently discovered TUMBLR! yay.
Tumblr is a blogging service that works a lot like twitter. And I'm one of those twitter adicts, so... Check out my tumblr. I have like 4 pages of stuff already.
A few quick updates before I leave you for another few weeks, or months.
I'm currently in a pretty tough place. I'm starting to rethink a lot of what I've held true to my whole life. I need to find my place - where I belong - and I need to do it soon. I need to know how I am to live my life for the next four years, probably longer. But the next four years in particular are exceedingly important: they're the college years. I have to be on top of my game, which is not easy for me right now. I don't know what to expect, and to be honest, I'm pretty scared.
As of now, I don't know what I believe anymore. I'm totally rethinking my religion, which is pretty much against my religion... but whatever. Gosh, I hate religion. I feel so constricted now, caged and trapped when I'm supposed to be free in Christ, according to all Christian philosophy. I have no idea why I feel this way. I'm sick of all the doctrines and "be in the world, not of it" extremist crap. Yes, I call it crap. It's crap because it gets you nowhere. I know a lot of Christians who aren't so extreme, and I know Christians who go overboard with everything - I actually live with some of them. The extremism gets to the point where I can't hang out with certain people because they're "ungodly". I can't go to a movie because it's a tad too sexual. I can't read a book because it contains "objectional content" (and it's only objectionable to those old-fashioned people). And that's not even the half of it. It goes deeper, into my family life, and its affecting everyone around me. Christian doctrine and theology and all that stuff we were taught in church way back when just doesn't work in my family; it's actually tearing it apart little by little. But I'm not gonna go there. That's too personal.
I'm so ready to break out of my shell. Now I'm not going to rebel, just let loose for a while. Do things my way, and figure out what I believe and what to trust. I am in no way turning my back on God. I can't. Not with all I've been through, because He's the only one who's ever really there. But I don't feel him anymore. I know it's not Him, that He didn't disappear or abandon me. I guess I sort of abandoned Him, and that makes me feel really really awful. But I can't seem to focus solely on Him anymore. I've tried, and it hurts a whole lot. But I know I can't shun everything else because I feel like this. I need to embrace it. Embrace what's inside me, that fire burning deep down. People have tried to smother it, but it keeps burning; my will is too strong. My mom is pretty much the only person who hasn't tried to mold me into something I'm not. I trust her now, more than ever. I love her so much it hurts. She's my only safety right now. I don't feel safe with anyone else but her. People are dangerous: I don't know who to trust anymore, who will hurt me or who will ssave me. But I know I can trust my mom until the day I die.
I need to get a little spiritual. I need to find ritual, beauty, magic. Yes, I do believe in magic. It's there, somewhere in the world. I just have to find it. I will find it, and I'll show everybody that I can't be trampled on or manipulated into believing something. I'll show them that there's more to life than just life, that there's something more out there. I'm surrounded by lifeless people - puppets, practically - and it's killing me inside. But I refused to be killed; I'm loyal to myself when there's no one else worth being loyal to. I won't die with them.
Alright, enough drama. Thank god I'm getting my own room within the next week or so. My siblings are emerging into the "terrible teen" stage, and one of them has been in it for the past few years: he's made it clear to me that I "disgust" him. Right now, it sucks being the oldest.
College, come quickly. Please.
In other news...
Oh, yeah, Happy Holidays!
I was so cranky that I almost forgot...
I did have a wonderful Christmas. It was one of those times I actually enjoyed being with my entire family. Everyone put themselves aside and thought about the person next to them. We were all a family. I'm suffering from tristesse now that it's over. There's still New Year's, but it's not nearly as wonderful as Christmas. I got really nice ice skates, and I'm planning to go to the city for some ice skating with the greatest aunt-who-is-more-of-a-cousin in the world.
I LOVE my new Hayley Westenra album Winter Magic. This girl has the voice of a thousand angels, as described by one of those big newspapers/magazines. I whole-heartedly agree. See - and hear - the beauty and magic that is Hayley Westenra for yourself. This song is especially gorgeous: The Little Road To Bethlehem.
I also saw Hamlet on Broadway!!! And Jude Law was in it. He was AMAZING. Just as amazing as Kenneth Branagh - and Kenneth Branagh... he's superior to all mankind. So I got a few nice souveniers: a beautiful stage-edited copy of the play and a HUGE poster of the production featuring Mr. Law himself. He's so gorgeous... and he has perfect feet. Seriously, he had to go barefoot on stage, and I just found his feet so very attractive. And when he was doing his whole moody prince soliloquy, I just wanted to run up onto the stage and hug him. I love him so.
So I congratulated three of the actors: Geraldine James who played Queen Gertrude, Matt Ryan who was Horatio, and one of the extras who had broken her arm and wore a cast on stage. Then came the tristesse - the hopeless feeling you get after something marvelously wonderful and amazing, when you feel lost and small and unimportant. But I was over-the-moon about the whole event; it's one of those things I would relive if I could.
Concerning TWLOHA: my involvement in it is going rather well. I met a lot of really great people from the November 13 photo shoot, including the founder Jamie Tworkowski who is super-wonderful. I am now part of a group on facebook that branched out from the photo shoot, called To Write Love On The Streets. We were planning to get together in Union Square for some chalking and talking and hot chocolate, but that had to be postponed. Hopefully I'll be doing things with them soon.
The Rolling Stone article turned out to be not-so-great. The title: Surfer to Savior. While shedding some light on the TWLOHA movement, it did some damage as well. The article pretty much glorifies Jamie, as does the chosen photo (there were much better ones), and it really tramples the teen depression issue, calling it "teen angst". It paints a picture of fangirls getting Jamie's autograph and makes us seem pretty pathetic. So no, overall I wasn't happy with it. But we did have an amazing time. So many people came out: from Virginia, DC, even Toronto! There was this really great cinammony hot chocolate, and we all hung out and chatted and chalked up Washington square with love!! Heck, yeah. And there's a video, too! And another one, by Dustin Miller! He's so cool.
And that's pretty much it. You'll hear from me in another... well, you know the drill.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Autumn Sonnet
I wrote this for lit homework, and it was applauded in class. It was nice.
There are so many wonders to behold
When Autumn comes, and leaves dance all around;
When gold-and-crimson sunsets light the world
And flame the sky with passion most profound.
Thus why do starry eyes mourn Summer’s end,
Like lovers fearing merely brief farewell?
When nights of bliss and beauty do descend,
Why won’t pure love persist until Spring’s spell?
From Autumn’s cool, crisp winds to Winter’s chill
(For snow in sparkling hills of white is pure)
There should be thoughts of peace and freedom still,
And lovers’ hearts be beating strong and sure.
The Autumn whispers, “Love, and stay awhile,”
And I shall heed her words with eager smile.
When Autumn comes, and leaves dance all around;
When gold-and-crimson sunsets light the world
And flame the sky with passion most profound.
Thus why do starry eyes mourn Summer’s end,
Like lovers fearing merely brief farewell?
When nights of bliss and beauty do descend,
Why won’t pure love persist until Spring’s spell?
From Autumn’s cool, crisp winds to Winter’s chill
(For snow in sparkling hills of white is pure)
There should be thoughts of peace and freedom still,
And lovers’ hearts be beating strong and sure.
The Autumn whispers, “Love, and stay awhile,”
And I shall heed her words with eager smile.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tales of extreme misery and lots of happy.
I just spent an hour and a half crying uncontrollably and talking to myself. I'm depressed, I'm distressed, I'm weak and tired and sick of putting up with the world. The past few days I've been drowning in emotions and fatigue and frustration. My misanthropic state is growing very rapidly; I've been itching to fricking curse certain people out give them a piece of my mind. I'm a walking bombshell.
The only point of my day in which I had some peace and sanity was, of course, literature class. It's amazing how one hour can keep you from coming home crying and cursing out the world and willing death and destruction upon all mankind. My sonnet, which was written in ten minutes the night before, was applauded (and happened to be the only sonnet written; everything else was a quatrain), and I got to act out bits of Henry V. Mister Shakespeare, you are my saviour. Thank you for keeping me sane. And, by the way, you have also rescued the world from burning in hellfire, as I was prepared to invoke the anger of the gods upon it.
Well there is a beacon of light in all of this, and it's filled with all sorts of happy. I am going to be in the Rolling Stone!! OMIGEE!
You're jealous, I know. It's okay. Really.
Two weeks ago I participated in a photo shoot for TWLOHA in Washington Square. It was possibly the best experience of my life. People came out from Toronto and Virginia and Delaware and DC just for this one day. Mostly kids just out of high school, all coming together for a few hours. It was absolutely amazing: there was so much energy and life and unity. We left the busy-ness of our lives and all our worries behind. It was a whole little community right in Washington Square. And people were staring as they passed, a few were interested, and one guy started cursing for who knows what reason. He must have had a bad day. Anyway, we chalked up the square with messages of love and hope, and we sang "All You Need Is Love" with the lead singer of The Early Hours. I met the founder Jamie Tworkowski, who is so wonderful and amazing. He actually invited us to be apart of this, that's how amazing he is. And I held his hand as he was tummy surfing the crowd in one of the shots!! Highlight of the highlight of my day right there.
So the issue comes out today, and I'm SO excited. And I'm meeting up with a little group from the shoot in a few weeks, and we're going to chalk up Union Square with more love and hope, and we'll share stories and build friendships and love each other. And this is on our own; these people are amazing, and their voices deserve to be heard and their stories need to be shared.
If you have made it this far, I thank you for putting up with me and my rambles. Night.
You're jealous, I know. It's okay. Really.
Two weeks ago I participated in a photo shoot for TWLOHA in Washington Square. It was possibly the best experience of my life. People came out from Toronto and Virginia and Delaware and DC just for this one day. Mostly kids just out of high school, all coming together for a few hours. It was absolutely amazing: there was so much energy and life and unity. We left the busy-ness of our lives and all our worries behind. It was a whole little community right in Washington Square. And people were staring as they passed, a few were interested, and one guy started cursing for who knows what reason. He must have had a bad day. Anyway, we chalked up the square with messages of love and hope, and we sang "All You Need Is Love" with the lead singer of The Early Hours. I met the founder Jamie Tworkowski, who is so wonderful and amazing. He actually invited us to be apart of this, that's how amazing he is. And I held his hand as he was tummy surfing the crowd in one of the shots!! Highlight of the highlight of my day right there.
So the issue comes out today, and I'm SO excited. And I'm meeting up with a little group from the shoot in a few weeks, and we're going to chalk up Union Square with more love and hope, and we'll share stories and build friendships and love each other. And this is on our own; these people are amazing, and their voices deserve to be heard and their stories need to be shared.
If you have made it this far, I thank you for putting up with me and my rambles. Night.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
NaNoWriMo and other Novemberish happenings.
It's been long enough. Right now I'm on a mental guilt trip for being so inconsistent with posting. I mean, it's a blog. It's like a diary. How hard can it be to keep up with? (That was rhetorical, and I already know the answer.) And I left my poor sub-blog withering in the cold, all alone... Gosh, I'm such a terrible person.
So, I've got good news, and I've got bad news. The bad news is the same as always. I'm pretty much a wreck, both emotionally and physically. The latter is the hardest to deal with and the most dominant, but the former has been getting worse as of late. This is around the same time I was first crippled by depression last year, according to my mom; I only really noticed it between late December and early January. I'm learning to deal with this, to take it all in stride. Things don't bother me to the extent that they used to, but I still get overwhelmed. I have whatever's going on in my own mind and body, accompanied by the added pressures of certain people around me and the everday stress of family, school, etc. Actually, because certain people rely on me, and certain people bother me, I have been recently overcome by misanthropy. How this is possible, I do not know. But if it keeps these people away from me then so be it.
The good news: I'm writing a novel! Woo!
50,000 words in 30 days!... Say what?!
Yes. November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). And I'm crazy for doing it, but I have taken the challenge. One whole month of creative genius and insanity. To complete it at a good pace, you have to average close to 1,667 words per day. Sounds easy when broken down that way, but imagine my surprise when I found out it's quite difficult to keep up with.
A friend of mine put me up to it, actually. We are motivating each other, feeding our Muses, sharing thoughts, exchanging scenes, keeping each other up at 2am. It's quite fun. And I'm so glad he made me do it, because I need something like this. And he's just awesome like that.
And I want you to be awesome, too! Please (pleasepleaseplease) help motivate me! Believe me, I need it. I'm already below par in my first week. I need some drive here. Tweet me, send an email, chat with me in the wee hours of the morning... whatever you can do. And I love being taken by surprise, so get me on a random day with something witty or cute or poetic. Always works.
Some extra info: I'm using the romance novels of Eva Ibbotson as my inspiration. In case you don't know, Eva Ibbotson is a BRILLIANTLY AMAZING writer and my favourite author. I love her so much that I have 4 out of 5 of her romances, and I underline and write out my favourite quotes and make a list of themes and allusions that I've found therein. Yes, she's that amazing. Hopefully by the end of these four weeks or so I will have a novel that is a fraction as good as Miss Ibbotson's.
So, I've got good news, and I've got bad news. The bad news is the same as always. I'm pretty much a wreck, both emotionally and physically. The latter is the hardest to deal with and the most dominant, but the former has been getting worse as of late. This is around the same time I was first crippled by depression last year, according to my mom; I only really noticed it between late December and early January. I'm learning to deal with this, to take it all in stride. Things don't bother me to the extent that they used to, but I still get overwhelmed. I have whatever's going on in my own mind and body, accompanied by the added pressures of certain people around me and the everday stress of family, school, etc. Actually, because certain people rely on me, and certain people bother me, I have been recently overcome by misanthropy. How this is possible, I do not know. But if it keeps these people away from me then so be it.
The good news: I'm writing a novel! Woo!
50,000 words in 30 days!... Say what?!
Yes. November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). And I'm crazy for doing it, but I have taken the challenge. One whole month of creative genius and insanity. To complete it at a good pace, you have to average close to 1,667 words per day. Sounds easy when broken down that way, but imagine my surprise when I found out it's quite difficult to keep up with.
A friend of mine put me up to it, actually. We are motivating each other, feeding our Muses, sharing thoughts, exchanging scenes, keeping each other up at 2am. It's quite fun. And I'm so glad he made me do it, because I need something like this. And he's just awesome like that.
And I want you to be awesome, too! Please (pleasepleaseplease) help motivate me! Believe me, I need it. I'm already below par in my first week. I need some drive here. Tweet me, send an email, chat with me in the wee hours of the morning... whatever you can do. And I love being taken by surprise, so get me on a random day with something witty or cute or poetic. Always works.
Some extra info: I'm using the romance novels of Eva Ibbotson as my inspiration. In case you don't know, Eva Ibbotson is a BRILLIANTLY AMAZING writer and my favourite author. I love her so much that I have 4 out of 5 of her romances, and I underline and write out my favourite quotes and make a list of themes and allusions that I've found therein. Yes, she's that amazing. Hopefully by the end of these four weeks or so I will have a novel that is a fraction as good as Miss Ibbotson's.
Well, TTFN. I'll be back here soon. No, really, I will.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Musings on the Poetic, the Prosaic, and the Expression of Soul
So. I've been thinking, mostly on philosophical and abstract subjects, and this was my train of thought during one of those pensive days:
I asked myself a very basic, but no less important, question. Why do we write?
At some point in our lives, we learn to express ourselves through writing. Whether we are “good” writers or not, whether we know the rules of grammar or ignore them, whether we scrawl or flourish, type or write freehand – we all write.
People need words. Language is our connection to the world around us, to other people, even to ourselves. We are human, which means we live in dependence on other human beings: for moral and emotional support, for stability, for comfort and advice, for pleasure and happiness. We convey our emotions and needs to other people through both speech and the written word; moreover, we transcribe our own emotions by writing.
We write in diaries and journals and blogs, or on whatever we can grab at the time. Each of us has a muse, and each muse is different. Some are more artistic, others more logical. But the thing that ties us all together, in and amongst all our differences, is our ability to convey our feelings through the written word. Sometimes, we don’t exactly understand our own feelings, and we often find it hard to express them to others; this is where writing comes in. When we can’t discern our emotions, we write. We write nonsense and rambles and tirades and meaningless things. We write poetry, even if we ourselves don’t understand the words. We write stories about ourselves and ourselves reflected in characters and characters that have lives entirely different from ours. We write longings and hopings and dreamings, happiness and sadness, hatred and love. And in all of this, we somehow find ourselves.
Whoever is reading this right now, I encourage you - I implore you - to write, and to never stop.
I asked myself a very basic, but no less important, question. Why do we write?
At some point in our lives, we learn to express ourselves through writing. Whether we are “good” writers or not, whether we know the rules of grammar or ignore them, whether we scrawl or flourish, type or write freehand – we all write.
People need words. Language is our connection to the world around us, to other people, even to ourselves. We are human, which means we live in dependence on other human beings: for moral and emotional support, for stability, for comfort and advice, for pleasure and happiness. We convey our emotions and needs to other people through both speech and the written word; moreover, we transcribe our own emotions by writing.
We write in diaries and journals and blogs, or on whatever we can grab at the time. Each of us has a muse, and each muse is different. Some are more artistic, others more logical. But the thing that ties us all together, in and amongst all our differences, is our ability to convey our feelings through the written word. Sometimes, we don’t exactly understand our own feelings, and we often find it hard to express them to others; this is where writing comes in. When we can’t discern our emotions, we write. We write nonsense and rambles and tirades and meaningless things. We write poetry, even if we ourselves don’t understand the words. We write stories about ourselves and ourselves reflected in characters and characters that have lives entirely different from ours. We write longings and hopings and dreamings, happiness and sadness, hatred and love. And in all of this, we somehow find ourselves.
Whoever is reading this right now, I encourage you - I implore you - to write, and to never stop.
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