I was thinking the other day about how long it took me to be bold enough to showcase my writing to the literary world.
I had always kept it private, not wanting anyone to know that I had this knack of writing down my thoughts or delving into the deepest part of my soul to express a poetic semblance, thus creating pictures through words.
The picture that I conjure in my mind is always one of perfection. I suppose it is because life is so imperfect that you want to run away from reality.
I had this voluminous amount of inspiration that arose from things around me. I imagined much of what I wrote in ways quite unimaginable. Words would spill from the depths of my soul, and therein I found peace, laughter, magic, and love.
Writing takes me to another level. It creates the perfect balance between realism and invention. Creation is the aftermath.
It takes a great deal of courage to be able to write for all the world to read. Behind the façade of the writer, is a tumultuous mind vulnerable to criticism or applause. Would you be courageous enough to withstand the pressures either way?
There are so many reasons that awaken one to the beauty of writing. In some cases, it is of paramount importance to be able to relay one’s feelings and thoughts through writing as it can be as healing as an anti-depressant, you find your happy place to thrive and grow.
One has to be motivated to write. Interest has to form about a subject matter which will create an impression in your mind, thus facilitating an expression of words in writing.
Focus is the key point here. When ideas surmount, it is like a storm waiting to be unleashed.
Just like when your cup runneth over.
Your cup runneth over like manna,
Where wisdom is found,
Treasures of knowledge abound,
Where a longing for appeasement liberates a tired mind.
Writing liberates the mind.
This brings to mind a neighbor who used to come over to our house nearly every day to borrow a cup of sugar or salt.
I don’t know what it was that made her borrow these essentials all the time. She would bring her cup, and mom would fill it up, never once complaining, though we sometimes laughed at her antics.
I suppose it made her day to be able to come over to our place and have a tete a tete.
After a while, it became routine. We expected her to appear at our doorstep at the same time every other day. Each time she came, she said that she was lazy to go to the shops to get her groceries.
Writing is a compulsive disorder, I think. Especially, if you get deeply immersed in it. There is no room for laziness if you want to succeed. I don’t know if laziness is the right word but being laid back and neglecting its relevance in your life doesn’t help in turning passion into dreams.
Everyone has a passion. Writers make dreams come true out of their passion and inspire a hungry world to knowledge and understanding.
After a while, the expressive element to get your words across will become an essential part of your life.
Now, I am glad that I dared all those years ago. Writing has liberated me of nearly all the trappings of life.
Shobana Gomes is a poet and writer. Her novels, children’s stories, and poems are published on Amazon. Her recent venture, Shobana’s Book Station, a free and discounted E-book blog, showcases an E-book library of fiction, non-fiction, and poetry books written by her over the years. To cater to enthusiastic readers, most of her books are low-priced and affordable. The blog also showcases free eBooks written by prolific writers. When not writing, Shobana creates beautiful memorabilia for special occasions. She is married and currently resides in Malaysia.
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