We write when the noise inside us is too much to bear. When the chaos in our heads demands attention and detail and shapes. We write so our dreams are no longer just ours, but for so many to share. So that we linger on long after we cease to be and only the incantations of our thoughts remain on unknown lips.
Sometimes we write to survive, to earn our way through and not just for the pleasure of it. Even then, the joy of writing is something to treasure; the knowledge that you can articulate the abstract into concrete, is something to rejoice in! It is cathartic, in a million different ways. It is a part of you, that you never knew existed, speaking unabashedly. When that starts to happen, just enjoy the rush and don’t think too much about who’s going to be happy with your writing.
It’s like hurling yourself into a storm. You might end up feeling vulnerable, huddling up into a tiny corner of your mind; petrified of feelings, hurtful memories and the possible reactions of your loved ones. I agree that it is often a solitary journey and the leap of faith into the unknown isn’t easy but the thrill of having the power to master those words, is something that you’d definitely relish.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
–Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore
So write. Write now. Write again tomorrow. Write till you have ink and air. Refill. Breathe. Do it all over again.
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