~ We have so much passion burning inside us. for the things unseen, places untouched by the human eye, and unspeakable passion for the words unwritten. ~
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
~ “Your writings may not be what people generations from now will be gossiping over with tea. It may not even be what people feel the need to look over in the local library one rainy afternoon. But as you write, your sweat tears and blood go into every word. That, that should the reason why you stay up until dawn; to spill your mind onto the pages.” ~
I was up late last night and all I could think of is "what if my writings aren't good enough for people to remember twenty, thirty or even forty years from now? What if they're not even good enough for people of this generation?" I think, that any person who writes has natural fear of rejection. As humans in general we are scared of rejection. after I started to write this poem last night I thought about how so many people who write want to be known in history; as do myself at times. But I also thought about the reason why each and every one of us write. It's because we have something growing deeper then in our minds. It's within the deepest parts of our being; in the tiny crevices of our bones. When we sit and write, it's apart of us coming alive. The truth about every single writer is that every time we write, we are giving a piece of our body, mind, and soul to every word. I think initially, when you start to write, it's never with the intent to make history.
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