Come along, oh come along on this journey with me, oh writer of prose, love and of life. I shall never judge the words you dream, because I know they come from your heart, singing true to the thoughts floating inside your head. Thoughts which come from years of experiences, wonder, and even dreams as unique to this world as you are yourself.
These words you make…are you.
I respect all of you, because these words are who you are.
They are your signature, your expression, and every once and a while – your accomplishment in this world as you stew and form another batch of linguistic construction with grammatical mortar piecing them all together in an published abode we call a book. We build books, but these books are born from dreams.
Why build? Why write? And why spend this time laboring and building, editing and hammering away at that board of keys, when life calls right outside that window? Life. With all its callings and remarkable things to be seen and places to go, with people to meet and experiences to be had, why do we write instead of live?
We explore these places inside our minds, and we have these experiences through the eyes of others, our characters. Our plots. Our words formed into the works are which our books. We live through our words, and our words live through us.
To us, that window life just waits behind is one in our minds.
We open it every day and breathe deeply in our explorations.
This is our world, a sometimes introspective one where that window inside our head is a place colored by our experiences and shaped by our hopes and dreams. Some of us are brave enough to put down our most shocking revelations, our most deep and inner secrets, and yet others work words which most anyone could read. We do not judge, because the freedom to express whatever we wish is the most basic of human rights, and in this creation of words lies the most basic form of communication and also the most powerful.
With all the world clamoring about this television series or that, the movie you must see, and the latest three dimensional whatever, our two dimensional words hold a power and strength uniquely all their own. Our ability to express far exceeds anything Hollywood could spend hundreds of millions of dollars and years to do, because they deal in the sensory experiences of the eyes and the ears, and our words go straight to the mind. They have to worry about visual effects, cameras, shots, location, weather, and finding that right actor and moment at which to speak a line – and we don’t.
It all just comes to us, and it all instantly is the exact way we want it.
Think of what a movie maker would pay to have this power, and it is almost god-like in its ability to create images and places lost to history or the things or people which will never be.
And all of this power sits outside that window, waiting for us to put one word next to another, like one foot in front of another, and then magically another adventure begins. An adventure of words not of steps, and we are off again on some wild journey of excitement and self-discovery, creating a journal all the while which serves as a record of our experiences.
The one we work on, either from time to time or slavishly so in a flurry of passion and words, as we explore, put down thoughts, and record this strange, almost trance-like experience which we simply call, ‘writing a book.’
I’m writing a book.
But really, you are doing so much more.
You mind is out there in another time and place, and you are projecting yourself into a strange and wonderful place.
A place of dreams.
A world of imagination and complete freedom.
Where words can be spoken and thoughts recorded, characters molded like clay and their lives overturned and upended at our slightest whim. Our character’s secret, deepest, most innermost thoughts laid bare for the world to see. Their hopes and fears realized, love found or love lost, and we watch them with voyeuristic interest and a strange looking inside the fish-tank sense of curiosity.
What will happen next?
What will, I shall ask you, because this is up to you. It is up to you. There are two choices you need to make this day, and one of them is the most difficult and easiest at the same time. It is that decision every day you make to take a small amount of time each day to write, to open that window, and to explore a little through your words as you record that journey step by step, and word by word, in your book.
Taking that first step every day is the hardest thing you shall ever do, and yet it shall be one of the most rewarding. It is so easy not to write, just as it is so easy to sit inside all day and waste another day of our life, being glued to the negativity of the world or pointless distraction of other people’s thoughts. To watch other people’s adventures on television instead of living one ourselves, or creating one to share.
Watching television shall never outlive you, but your words shall.
Your words are probably the one thing you do in this life that will keep changing the world until the end of time.
Yet, we don’t. Another day goes by. Those thoughts stay locked up inside your head, silent forever. Your words take days, and then weeks off. You let the unending distractions of life define you. Day after day.
The guilt builds. Not writing becomes the reason not to write.
We end up fearing the adventure because of no good reason, nothing real, and nothing really based in any sense of reality and logic. We invent reasons “not to.”
We sit in silence.
We believe in the security of silence, when silence is possibly the most dangerous and hurtful known condition known to humankind. More suffering has been done in silence in this world than has ever been done in words or actions. But speak. Say something. You are getting it off your chest. You are making yourself heard. I can forgive misguided and hurtful words more than I can hurtful actions, even if these painful words are spoken out of rage or repressed anger. Venting is the first step of communicating, especially if these words and feelings have been bottled up a long, long time.
But we can’t live on hurtful words alone. Venting must result in positive and healing actions.
We can react to anger with more anger, or we can understand where it is coming from. But know one thing, even words expressed in rage are better than a punch thrown or a life changed by a stupid and pointless act of violence. Words, yes, can be used to incite, but we can also listen more deeply and hear the feelings beyond the anger. Don’t repeat the hateful and lazy memes of others, but try to express the hurt you are feeling. Know also that some are fooled into hurting, using one hurt to replace another, so expressing rage is a tricky thing if you don’t know what you are angry about in the first place.
But it is also my advice to those who feel they have been wronged by this world.
Write a book.
Let it loose on the page.
Vent and rage through words on the page. Say those things which you are afraid to say in person, or would casually throw out on social media – in a book. Make your dangerous adventure one of exploring your feelings. Of why you are so angry. Of what makes you hurt so much. Write your pain into a character and let that character deal with it, find a way out, or let that pain win and define this character’s life.
Reflect through a fictional character instead of react in real life.
You need to find a way to put those hurtful feelings into words, and believe me, it helps.
But the danger in these words is not primarily to others, it is to yourself and your feelings and beliefs. You may discover you were completely wrong about something, and believe me, that hurts even worse. But it is a good sort of hurting where we begin healing instead of letting that hatred fester in silence.
And maybe, just maybe, you will discover something else inside you. Something more than negativity and anger. Something you love. That promise of that something over the next hill – just outside your window. Maybe you will find yourself going there, after all that hatred is gone, you will find yourself open to explore again. You will find that inner peace, and you will find the wonderment of complete freedom.
To find that place inside yourself where you express your dreams without limits or repression.
Some fear finding themselves more than anything else in this world. Some fear complete freedom more than they do their comfortable and confined cave.