In order to understand what allure writing holds in my mind, I have had to understand the power of the written word, of how an article in a newspaper can spark a revolution, or how dusty old verse can fill a heavy heart with hope and make it fly again. Easy as the concept seems, it's filled with its own complexities, for people do not write to start wars and revolutions, nor do they write to give hope to strangers in far off lands.
I have come to believe a person can only write for themselves, can only write for the moment when they put that final dot at end of the sheet, take a sigh of relief and sit back to admire what they have created, for it did not exist in this world just a moment earlier, and the world has become a richer place for it.
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I love this...Awesome philosophy
I resonate with what you said. Someone asks me often why I blog. what is it about it that acts as a magnet? they have convinced themselves it is the act of being read and hence maybe a stroke of fame....
But its not the truth, being read may have an element of appreciation in it but writing is for oneself. for me its like a cleanser, a release, a form of expressing the thoughts tumbling around in a canvas, or sometimes of creating something that didnt exist. a character, an emotion, a setting. a new imagery that stays with you somehow,somewhere
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