Bare 3/22/14
What does it mean to write?
It means to bare your soul. To
put it down on a page that neither likes nor dislikes you. The page is merely the medium to where you
want your words to go. Sometimes the
words flow. Sometimes they are stopped up
like a plugged up toothpaste container that has sat for too long. The outside grown over with hardened
toothpaste. And you have to push just a
little bit, to get something to come out.
And sometimes it is what you are looking for and sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes
a few words suffice and you fill the expanse with the exact emotion that you
were looking for. Sometimes the words
just aren’t enough. You continue to
write and write. Never hitting the exact
sentiment you were looking for. Finally
you give up and add some trite finishing sentence that doesn’t really complete
anything. But then you come back, a few
months or years later, and see that same piece you were working on. And you think, “I might try this again.” So, you do and what comes out is as eye
opening for you as it might be for someone else. And you think, “That’s exactly what I was trying
to say! How could I not get that out before?”
And you know it is because you didn’t have the experience. Because you didn’t have the necessary tools
to let the words flow. And so you see
that the more experience you have, the more life you have lived, the more
things you have seen, the better able you are to convey your ideas. The ideas that have become your life. As simple as the chores that need to be done
or the faces that need to be wiped. But
these things that sometimes stand out in the open are so hard to grasp
onto. You want to do them justice. And in doing so, you have to bare your
soul. You have to accept that what you
put onto the paper might hurt or heal you, but in doing so, you have been
honest with yourself. And sometimes,
that is the reason to write.
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