FOR about a month of staying at home, I have come to realize the reasons why I love to write. I believe it is not all about enriching the lives of readers, but it is inspiring my life as well. Honestly, I feel that it is through writing that I am filling papers with the breath of my heart. Let me share with you my other realizations after years of writing.
1. Writing, like weather, changes without the writer's control. And so, if I thought writing about love yesterday, my mood can eventually change and instead write about hatred today. Hence, the content of my stories can somehow depend on my mood. For me, writing is a natural reflex to my existing world.
2. The content of the writer's stories may also be the opposite of the writer's present experience. Take, for instance, my story can be about the sense of fulfillment from a nurse caring when in truth I felt total displeasure. Or if I may share about a trusted family member, when deep inside I feel the pain due to family betrayal. For me, writing is the best form to express ones' self creatively.
I have written so much over the years, I cannot tell how many sentiments or parts of my pains and joys are knitted into my writings, but they truly make a huge share of who I am. So, when I write I try to find the meaning of my pain, shout it out with my pen. Or I try to find the essence of my joy, express it loud with my pen until I am overwhelmed with happiness.
With this, I realized that if you don't want or are uncomfortable for people to know anything about you, just don't write anything, because writers speak through the paper. Writers will have trouble hiding what they feel, may it be pain or joy. In short, what they write can be all parts of themselves.
Writers must continue to write. They must use their pens as weapons to bring good change and remake the world! Rejoice, for writing is a healing art. It remains to be the closest a man can bring power to anyone, powerful enough to change lives!