A Message To All Writers
The universe is beautiful, the universe is chaotic, the universe loves like a good piece of writing that has rhythm. There is no wrong way to conduct your life.
In the brutally honest world in which I want to create, I will pick up my pen and tell you there is no right or wrong way to express yourself. There is no right or wrong time to feel anger, sadness or hurt.
All human emotion is an amazingly beautiful thing, and ultimately, regardless of what you’re going through, there is an answer.
Part of what makes writing beautiful is the reality that you can say anything you want and you can do anything you want. You can be anyone you want, even if it’s just for a little while. The written word is an escape from the monotony of the real world. Escaping the pain of the real world. When you are in a place where you’re happy, write about that too. Because when you’re not happy again, you can look back on the words you wrote when you were feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside, and life was at its most wonderful. Then for a little while, you can escape into that place of wonderment again. Words can transport you from the coldest winter’s day to a warm summer day where you’re sitting on a porch swing watching rabbits playing in the yard.
You’re a writer and you need to write that not only from a place of light and happiness, but from the place of darkness and fear. Letting the ink flow from your pen as the salt water flows from your eyes, because it’s one of the most therapeutic things on the planet. I personally love to read accounts of personal pain because it makes my pain of having a disability and suffering from chronic pain seem a little bit easier.
If someone can deal with the pain of losing a loved one or struggling with drug addiction or even knocking at death’s door, all of the most terrifying and painful things on the planet… I can deal with my pain and my struggle. There are such strong people in this world.
We are all strong in our own way, no matter what. Getting up in the morning and picking up a pen is an incredibly difficult task at times, but doing it is going to help you in ways that you don’t even know yet.
Don’t stop writing. Write about the joy, of seeing the sunrise, write about the warmth with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Pick up a pen and talk about the terrible pain that you had, the friend you lost, or even the time you spilled your soda. All those things are special because it’s not about the event itself; it’s about having the courage to talk about it and having the ability to put it into words. You never know who will read your words and who could feel the same emotions that you feel, whether you’re happy, sad or scared.
For me, writing is a form of meditation. Writing is a form of prayer and something I do not only because I have to, but because I want to. Because I understand that words give me power, while I have to live in a body that doesn’t allow me to have power because I feel so much pain and so much isolation. Writing is what saved me.
You don’t know what kind of impact you can have another person. You may not even know that someone needs to hear your words, but they do.
Keep writing, never ever give up, a purpose will find you.