Writing only recently discovered, is my new passion. Or shall I rather say – an outlet? It is a way to free myself up from feelings of hopelessness, a way to share my vulnerabilities with safely and a anonymously. You may say it makes no difference if you do not stand upon yourself and do not face the world openly. Agree, but time is my ally.
Ever since starting to write, I discovered the need to let out the emotion, the pain, the weird thought, to document and keep track of my thoughts. You see, travelling constantly and meeting so many but letting in so few is painfully overwhelming at times. Not being able to trust in people and in meantime mastering avoidance, one can not but get enough. Becoming overly philosophical, I have immersed myself in Nietzsche, in Plato and whose else thoughts not. Ironically. Always thought insanity goes hand in hand with immersion in heavy books.
As much as I enjoy thinking about writing and light-fully open the laptop, seeing the soft, vividly coloured characters opening up to my view, the momentum is dead when I have to start thinking and working my way through the sentences,. Writing for myself is not writing for others. Experiences that others seek to hear are far from those you want to hide and yet share on the blog. The ones you want to let go. The ones to put on the bright screen and never look back at. As far as technique is not considered, the emotional vomits push me further. No utility, but what a freedom!
Although enjoying the writing as an outlet for all the unwanted and hidden, repressing emotions, I want to be more, achieve ore, give more. Inspire, influence, make people aware. Because any tool when mastered can change the world. Off we go, with content and structure, vocabulary and voice, flow and engagement. Essays and blog posts, inspiring notes or simple media captions – that is my goal on the journey over the next couple of weeks.