It’s amazing to think that we all come from different places. By “we all” I mean writers. I mean the creatives. Yeah, its what helps stir the creative juices. No one can stifle creativity because it exists to make you feel joy and love about your current life. Maybe this is not the case at all, but in case it is you’re doing a fabulous job regardless. Keep doing what you’re doing because it is clearly working for you.
What is something you wish people knew about you? Something that they don’t bother to ask because it would just be rude? How about a new, radical idea? Do something that you are scared of because it will let you explore your fears. Try to let your imagination go here. Write something. Read something unfiltered. Say something unfiltered. Say it on camera. Upload it somewhere if you’re feeling brave.
Let me try that writing one:
She was his first real love. She knew it by the number of texts he sent. He knew it and it hurt him to feel this way. It hurt him to know that he might get injured in the end. Not of a broken heart, but instead a broken ego.
It was hard to let feelings get past what they were not. It wasn’t meant to get this far. It was only meant as a harmless friendship. In these later years of life, friendship with the opposite sex is seen as weird and not without doubt.
It won’t work, they said. You can’t be a YouTube star without a team behind you. Not in 2018. Not in 2019. But maybe in 2008. Of course, that doesn’t mean you should stop trying to do what makes you happy. Community building goes so far in your overall happiness levels is what you tell yourself, forgetting completely about the haters and trolls.
Sticky. Icky. The glue keeps rubbing off. I’ve washed it over and over and over. The moment continues to haunt me. Why does the display case of emotions keep falling over?
The dress is too big. It doesn’t fit. She is not sure she even wants it too. It’s ok. She will figure it out later whether she wants this and return it for store credit later. Maybe. Her mind feels hazy as she picks up the phone to call him, knowing he will never show anyway. Because she bought this dress for herself, of course, she did.
The sky is orange. It is calm, waiting. The landscape is barren, lonesome. The cliffs run jaggedly in the distance, whispering tales of lost lovers or broken chances. The evenness which runs through the rest of the night opens the door to a bright new day.
I’ll keep writing if you keep writing. All of these are fictional. All of you are non-fiction. Write/record/scream/speak your words and see what it does for you. Does it bring you joy or remind you of a past loss? How are you feeling?
So I challenge you to stop and create. To stop what you are doing and write something pointless. To imagine what you could be doing today instead of what you should be doing is a fun thought. It’s not always possible, but it sure is fun to dream.
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