I don’t know what it is that makes me stop writing. But when I look back a few years, I notice a pattern. I see that I’ve written different blogs, about different things, feeling different ways, seeing from different perspectives. Life is about change, and sometimes we lose that in the pursuit of our own comfort.
In the past I’ve written about writer’s block. It’s as if the well of creativity just dries up and leaves nothing. I refuse to be discouraged by this any longer. It is a test of resolve, and a journey to renewal.
I wish that everything I wrote down was profound and full of meaning. But it’s not. I wish I could embrace my artistic tendencies and create true masterpieces in the form of songs, stories, and poetry. But I can’t. I wish I had maintained discipline long enough to craft story after story, day after day, year after year. But I didn’t.
Sometimes the best thing is to stop wishing and just ‘do.’ Sounds like the catchphrase in a cliché motivational poster, but I mean it in a different way. It means more because it’s personal: it’s a challenge. Because writing these words isn’t about who reads them (if anyone ever does), it’s simply about writing them. Putting thoughts into words, words into sentences, and sentences into some coherent structure that lends itself to a theme or meaning.
So, if for no one else but myself, I will renew my dedication to creating. To writing songs that drip with passion. To creating a story that I get lost in. To expressing metaphysical thoughts and desires. We can’t always know, but we can always wonder.
I will never allow the curiosity of youth to be outdone by the reality of life. I don’t just mean the ‘reality’ we hear about: “the real world is tough. challenging. cold. cruel. unjust.” Fill in whatever word you want, it doesn’t make it a universal truth.
Life is what we make it. I never want to forget to make it for myself instead of just waiting.