That was the day I realized that writing is not decorating your lines with big words, or exaggerating with big adjectives, or forcing yourself to tone down your words to the kind of material that you read, or what you have read. Sure, inspiration is always an essence, but what I mean is that writing is not forced. It comes from the heart. It is the voice in your head when you make your observations. It is the little things in your mind that pop up once in a while. It is the secretive smile you smile when you think thoughts people don't know you think. It is much more than just typing out a few words, it is about transferring bits and pieces of your life into the lines that you write.
Writing is beautiful. I think what I write is like little fragments of my heart, left to be observed and left to be felt. It is like familiarity that you have never known. It is what makes me connect with myself and know myself better. It's because writing can turn the flicker of a candle into a long, rhythmic poetic script that somehow I can connect with. It is where I can truly be myself and there lies the essence: to be myself. As cliche as it may sound, it is truly what I have discovered. Everything falls into place when I pour out the truth, and not hide behind my defences, fearing the world. Writing is fearless. I don't have to hide the truth, because lies don't make up a particularly good composition. I can only write what I have felt. I don't have to put up a face, I don't have to put up an act: and I can just be.
I may not be the best writer, I may not even come close to being the best writer, but I just feel a bond with what I write. It is me on paper. Or on screen, for that matter. It is my escapade and I feel like I've written about hundreds of different things but I've never written about writing. And it's strange, really. So here's to writing, and here's to it's beauty, and here's to what it has helped me discover: myself.
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