it sucks when you realize you are a writer. ...a story teller, a bullshit artist, a dreamer longing to write but scared of having to share. the day that you have to open up your heart and be accountable for what you love is a tough day, that was the day I realized I was a writer, it sucked.
whatever your story is, when you become a writer, you realize it's just that, a story. The choice is to either tell it or get off it. the only one holding you back is you. yep, accountability is difficult to escape. sure you can try to shift the blame to someone else, "re-write" the story. I know because I try it all the time. But we both realize it doesn't solve anything in the end. the fact remains that I am a writer, I know it and I'm not happy when I try to fake it.
we tell ourselves we can't pursue our dreams because they don't make us money.
we tell ourselves we can't complete whats in our heart because I have to many other things to do first.
we tell ourselves it doesn't matter because nobody will care anyway.
Standing on the other side of this abbyss I'm here to tell you it is all true. keep on whinning, I hear ya. Every story you tell yourself is true as true can be. And in the end so is the fact you are what you are. me, I'm a writer.
I fought the fact that I need to write. I even allow people to convience me that I'm something else, that I'm not a writer. at times I'd pretend that writing is only a private thing that I do for me and need not share. Limit my world, hide from the truth that makes me happy, sounds fair but it is no wonder that life decided to kick me in the teeth. had she not, I may never have awoken to the truth. I am a writer, therefore I write.
Agree with me or not, I don't care. read me or not if you dare. I write not for you anyway, only for she and I. I have stories to tell, unsaid words needing out; in need to live again so I writer. I do it because I am a writer. ...even if it's just about a bottle of wine
whatever your story is, when you become a writer, you realize it's just that, a story. The choice is to either tell it or get off it. the only one holding you back is you. yep, accountability is difficult to escape. sure you can try to shift the blame to someone else, "re-write" the story. I know because I try it all the time. But we both realize it doesn't solve anything in the end. the fact remains that I am a writer, I know it and I'm not happy when I try to fake it.
we tell ourselves we can't pursue our dreams because they don't make us money.
we tell ourselves we can't complete whats in our heart because I have to many other things to do first.
we tell ourselves it doesn't matter because nobody will care anyway.
Standing on the other side of this abbyss I'm here to tell you it is all true. keep on whinning, I hear ya. Every story you tell yourself is true as true can be. And in the end so is the fact you are what you are. me, I'm a writer.
I fought the fact that I need to write. I even allow people to convience me that I'm something else, that I'm not a writer. at times I'd pretend that writing is only a private thing that I do for me and need not share. Limit my world, hide from the truth that makes me happy, sounds fair but it is no wonder that life decided to kick me in the teeth. had she not, I may never have awoken to the truth. I am a writer, therefore I write.
Agree with me or not, I don't care. read me or not if you dare. I write not for you anyway, only for she and I. I have stories to tell, unsaid words needing out; in need to live again so I writer. I do it because I am a writer. ...even if it's just about a bottle of wine
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Tim. Write. As Nike would tell you. JUST DO IT. Love, Your Muse of the Moment...
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