Writing

Writing. What is writing? For me it’s where reality and imagination are set free. It’s where I feel I can totally and honestly be me without fear of repercussions, even if someone is reading it. It is an outlet, a wonderful, relaxing, babbling brook type outlet. It’s where is only me and the words. I can relive perfect and not so perfect moments in my life, I can travel to different lands different worlds, I can be a person, an animal or just an existence. It’s such a wonderful feeling when I sit down and feel like what I’ve said is worth while, it also is a very frustrating and melancholy feeling when what I’ve said doesn’t feel worth while. It’s also a horrible feeling when I can’t write at all. There have been so many time lately that my words have failed me. I’m used to them failing me outside of my writing, but not when I am trying to write. Everyday I have so many ideas and my imagination runs wild but because of day to day responsibilities I have very little if any time to write them down and I can never remember them all. One of my favorite books that I’ve read is The Great Gatsby. I think I was the only one in my high school English class that really loved this book. I loved the way everything was described, especially how colors were used to describe so many things from objects to feelings. It painted such wonderful things in my mind. That’s how I want my writing to be. I want it to paint amazing pictures in the minds of those who read. And if they’re not amazing pictures then I at least want them to be able to have an idea of what I’m seeing in my minds eye. I love to daydream, I always have. Sometimes I daydream when talking to people, I daydream about the conversations I’m having and how I’d like them to go. Which in that particular instance daydreaming can really cause problems. The only thing I fear is that as I get older my imagination goes with me. I used to have such an amazing imagination as a child and pretty much up until about 3-4 years ago. I think I let reality become too big to me. Maybe that’s why I love Disney and animated stories so much, they help keep some of my imagination intact. Although I will say I’m one of those people that believe in the unbelievable. Like I believe that Unicorns once existed and that animals can “talk” and are much smarter than we think they are and that magic really does exist. We let ourselves get dragged into what everyone else thinks is right or what is logical. We can’t merely accept the possibility of things, we lose our imaginations. But I’m hoping to at least slowly find mine again. This may sound silly but I am going to start trying to write down my ideas and most of my daydreams (some of them other people really don’t need or want to know about) to see if I can have that imagination like I used to. So bear with me as I do this. Hopefully not all of it will be mindless drivel. :P