Life and Love In Written Words
I have half a dozen blog entries waiting to be written and stories that are longing to be told, but there’s something building inside of me, waiting to emerge; there’s an emotion that needs to be recognized, put to paper, typed on the screen…
It’s love.
Love for words, love for language.
Love for writing.
Love for life.
For me, writing is so much more than a passion. I need to write. I need it like I need the air to breathe, and maybe ever so much more. There was a time when I had lost that, where writing became a chore, a struggle, where words were merely made up of letters, lacking meaning, and stories were like wistful daydreams, imagined and discarded.
But now…Now a longing for expression wells up from somewhere so deep inside of me, and my fingers tingle with anticipation to let them out, set them free, follow them wherever they might lead. My mind races with a thousand thoughts and the outside world disappears and suddenly it’s just me…Just me and an eruption of words and a desire greater than anything I’ve ever known — a need to explore the world, ask what if, question why not.
There’s that longing to cross invisible boundaries and experience things that can only be imagined, can only be dreamed. You want to understand people, understand yourself. You want to make sense of something impossible, you want to create beauty and experience wonder and express the deepest emotions that might never dare pass your lips.
And you know that nothing can compare to this world that you’ve imagined, these characters and settings you’re creating, but it brings tears to your eyes because there’s a chance, and you know you can believe in something good, something better, something lasting, and something true. It makes you recognize that beauty does exist in this world, makes you realize that you can find inspiration in the colors of the trees, see memories in a smile, a teardrop, and hear words of hope whispered through the silence.
I’ve never felt more alive, more inspired, than when I’m feeling, when I’m writing. This is the core of who I am, when everything else is stripped away. All I’m left with is a passion to discover and experience and imagine and feel, and it runs so deep that it takes my breath away.
There is life everywhere. Everywhere. And it sends warm chills down your arms and travels to your fingers and makes your heart skip a beat in awe and excitement and you want to capture it, savor it, remember it.
You want to tell its story.
You want to write.
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I couldn’t have said it better myself…I know cause you are a much better writer. I know the feeling that you are describing oh so well. Thank you for sharing it. I look forward to more great writing from you.
Beautiful as always. I feel the same way about writing, it’s my lifeblood, and I love to tell stories. Thank you for describing this feeling so well!
This was very beautifully written. I’m sure that every writer out there can connect with and empathize with these words and these thoughts. A great way of exploring the emotions and actions of writing and how they are interwoven.
Thanks to all for the beautiful comments. I think so many writers can relate — sometimes writing isn’t just a profession or an act or maybe even a passion. Sometimes it goes deeper, sometimes it really is a part of us, a piece of ourselves. I hope I could convey just what it means to me and I hope it can mean just as much to others as well.
Best wishes to you all.
Beautiful post. I have always possessed a love for writing, but lately it has taken on a different meaning. It almost feels as if writing has become some sort of coping mechanism, one that allows me to express all of my thoughts, feelings, emotions, etc. without limits. I love it. Look forward to reading more of your blog posts!
Lisa: Thanks so much for your comment. I think that writing can have such a sense of power — when you hold a pen or set your fingers on the keyboard…Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you want to say or however you want to use that power, you can.
I love that you say it allows you to express your thoughts without limits because I think that’s exactly what it’s about — more than an outlet, more than a form of expression…sometimes it’s almost an extension of ourselves. I’m so glad that you feel such a passion or it as well, that’s always something I love to hear!
Thanks for the comment and best of luck!