Moments create a lifetime.
Transforming our experiences, they stamp our unforgettable imprint on the hill of existence. Moving like a roller- coaster ride, we soar high with the winds of excellence and possibilities. In contrast, we inevitably plunge into the roaring sea of chaos when frailties and anxieties flood our shorelines.
What matters most is that in every changing scenario, you and I have a CHOICE.
Opting to open our hearts of courage amidst the night of conflicts, we awaken our brave spirit. Deciding to go for our dreams, we ascend the peak of self-mastery.
Writing about life’s adventure and misadventure is my writer’s mission. Yearning to attain enlightenment, I unlock the key to empowered living through inspiring stories and memories. Culling their essence and communicating their meaning and lessons move my heart and hand to write every day.
Every moment I thank our Lord for the gift of writing.
At times, queries and doubts filter in my mind.
Today, I wonder if my writing influences other persons. Furthermore, I wish to know if my words in prose or poems are appreciated.
Looking for comparisons in this quest I researched on history. I saw questions authors like Emily Dickinson raised on their writing worthiness. She wrote to her friend:
“Dear Friend Higginson,
Are you too deeply occupied to say if my Verse is alive?
The Mind is so near itself – it cannot see, distinctly – and I have none to ask –should you think it breathed – and had you the leisure to tell me, I should feel quick gratitude – If I make the mistake – that you dared to tell me – would give me sincerer honor – toward you.
I enclose my name – asking you, if you please – Sir – to tell me what is true?”
Yes, authors always yearn to know if they are valuable. If readers learn from their verses. May our readers send in their replies.
Now, you may ask who is Emily Dickinson?
Herein are her data files:
“Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.
Although most of her acquaintances were probably aware of Dickinson's writing, it was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia, Emily's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of Dickinson's work became apparent. Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, both of whom heavily edited the content. A complete and mostly unaltered collection of her poetry became available for the first time in 1955 when The Poems of Emily Dickinson was published by scholar Thomas H. Johnson.”
My salute to her because even until today in our 21st century she sows inspiration.