Daylight shines on the writers hands when its intimate glow simmers on the skin. The moonlight too grazes the hand of the re-writer letting its luminous path light the way.
Often I ask myself why I write. I write because I happy, angry, or sad all those moments of life fascinate me and my imagination goes wild with intrigue. When I can allow words to twist and turn and take me on what seems to be a remarkable adventure I feel the most alive. Its art they say, writing that is. At least it can be or a boring muse that delights the eyes in someone’s secret journal.
It’s when my imagination comes alive that my writing does too. I’ll become compelled in a crazed dash to jot down my sudden thoughts. It is in those arranged collection of words that my mind is stimulated and my goal determined. What then shall writing without art? For art is all imagination personified projected into a medium of one’s choosing. And I choose writing as my venue. When comes to searching for means to an end I have an ultimate goal of sharing my muse as a writer.
Even in the mist of uncertain words each letter swells and comes a part of a fantastic play to convey emotion. Writing presents new and innovative ways to convey a message to others too. To reach out to the human species in unique and profound ways through the art of writing is a meaningful undertaking. Writing is just talking. Hence, I prefer Talking with purpose as the most desired state.
Being a writer is something I am and I love it. That is what life should be filled with doing something we want and love for the greater good of ourselves and society. Love makes everything grow. So with a dash of love in anything we do we’ll see a permanent fixture of success embedded in that activity. When I think of my life and the life of others I am happy to know and privileged to see one unified story, the story of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
” Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. … It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus. “–Enid Bagnold