keep on writing
Dec. 25th, 2017 08:31 pm the year is almost over again, and i figured it was a good time to write something. i haven't written something in a long time, and i mean something that is not for any of my classes, because if you count that then i've been writing kinda too much but i didn't necessarily enjoy it all.
when one writes, sometimes is hard to come up with something to write about. there is nothing really i want to say. or maybe there is too much and that is why it's so hard to write about it. too many thought always lead to not being able to pick one to focus on and then i lose my train of thought and end up not writing anything. i have done that too many times. the thing is, that the more i spend without writing something just for the hell of it, the more i forget how to do it, and if there is something in life that i will never forgive myself if i forget how to do it, that would be writing.
i am not, by any means, a fabulous writer. sometimes i don't even think i'm good enough to read, but i like writing, if not for others (considering nobody reads this blog) for myself. i write for myself. for the longest time i just wrote and wrote, filled notebooks, and papers, and cards, and napkins. i wrote on the public restrooms walls, afraid someone would know it was me because you're not supposed to write on them. i wrote on doors, and walls in my house and got yelled at but kept on doing it because the police couldn't catch me on that. so i write. it doesn't have to make sense but i like the sound of words in any form; when writing, when talking, when reading, when singing. i love words in a level that not even i understand, because i don't love them like anything else i've loved before. when i like something very very much, i get overly excited and emotional over it, but words? words i love with a peace that i never thought i'd have over something. i love words truly from the bottom of my heart. someone said one time, that love wasn't about intense emotions but balance. words make me happy. words so important and people don't take them into consideration as much as they take other things. words go beyond what we see as words, and transcend to communication, and communication can take so many forms. some people don't know how to write, so they paint; some others do math. as i see it, it all comes down to the way we transmit something to someone else, and that is what words mean to me. beyond just the things we put down.
words come better when you're writing, i have to remind myself: if you don't try to write something, if you don't show up and do your part, if you don't put your hands to use and try, at least, the bare minimum, and write something, nothing is going to happen. write. show up to work and write. whether you write something worth can be determined later. can be determined by someone else. but if you don't write anything, there will be nothing to determine. there will be nothing.
so here i am, writing before the year is over. writing about something i wasn't even thinking about. avoiding the things that are socially important to talk about something that is important to me. here i am writing. talking about myself, something that i try to avoid at all cost but always end up doing. if the year ended and i didn't write anything i would have failed myself. goals are a strange thing, but here is mine: write. at all times. if you see the opportunity, take it, run away with it, write at any free moment. when you think whatever you wrote is absolutely no good, remember that you did your part of the job, you showed up and wrote. remember how bad you used to be, and remember how much better you are now, even if you think is not worth reading. keep on writing.
when the year is over and the next one comes around, things out there in the world will probably not be as good as they could be, and maybe you can't do anything to help, and maybe you want to change the world, and maybe you want world peace, but you don't know what will be of any of that, and maybe the world will be better, maybe we'll catch a break god bless please lord. whatever it is, you have this. whatever it is, write. just write.
when one writes, sometimes is hard to come up with something to write about. there is nothing really i want to say. or maybe there is too much and that is why it's so hard to write about it. too many thought always lead to not being able to pick one to focus on and then i lose my train of thought and end up not writing anything. i have done that too many times. the thing is, that the more i spend without writing something just for the hell of it, the more i forget how to do it, and if there is something in life that i will never forgive myself if i forget how to do it, that would be writing.
i am not, by any means, a fabulous writer. sometimes i don't even think i'm good enough to read, but i like writing, if not for others (considering nobody reads this blog) for myself. i write for myself. for the longest time i just wrote and wrote, filled notebooks, and papers, and cards, and napkins. i wrote on the public restrooms walls, afraid someone would know it was me because you're not supposed to write on them. i wrote on doors, and walls in my house and got yelled at but kept on doing it because the police couldn't catch me on that. so i write. it doesn't have to make sense but i like the sound of words in any form; when writing, when talking, when reading, when singing. i love words in a level that not even i understand, because i don't love them like anything else i've loved before. when i like something very very much, i get overly excited and emotional over it, but words? words i love with a peace that i never thought i'd have over something. i love words truly from the bottom of my heart. someone said one time, that love wasn't about intense emotions but balance. words make me happy. words so important and people don't take them into consideration as much as they take other things. words go beyond what we see as words, and transcend to communication, and communication can take so many forms. some people don't know how to write, so they paint; some others do math. as i see it, it all comes down to the way we transmit something to someone else, and that is what words mean to me. beyond just the things we put down.
words come better when you're writing, i have to remind myself: if you don't try to write something, if you don't show up and do your part, if you don't put your hands to use and try, at least, the bare minimum, and write something, nothing is going to happen. write. show up to work and write. whether you write something worth can be determined later. can be determined by someone else. but if you don't write anything, there will be nothing to determine. there will be nothing.
so here i am, writing before the year is over. writing about something i wasn't even thinking about. avoiding the things that are socially important to talk about something that is important to me. here i am writing. talking about myself, something that i try to avoid at all cost but always end up doing. if the year ended and i didn't write anything i would have failed myself. goals are a strange thing, but here is mine: write. at all times. if you see the opportunity, take it, run away with it, write at any free moment. when you think whatever you wrote is absolutely no good, remember that you did your part of the job, you showed up and wrote. remember how bad you used to be, and remember how much better you are now, even if you think is not worth reading. keep on writing.
when the year is over and the next one comes around, things out there in the world will probably not be as good as they could be, and maybe you can't do anything to help, and maybe you want to change the world, and maybe you want world peace, but you don't know what will be of any of that, and maybe the world will be better, maybe we'll catch a break god bless please lord. whatever it is, you have this. whatever it is, write. just write.