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A soul on fire can occasionally stop burning just to get a rest
so, one could use the time the soul is on time out, as a personality test.
A passion is just a wish without having particular aim
a breakthrough came to her: she realized what is the role of the fame!
Every passion she guessed has certain stages to pass through
most of them she had successfully passed already, she knew.
But isn’t an artist’s duty to put fame and riches a question mark
since his artistic soul could see them only as arts of the dark?
Yet her mind have given her reasonable explanations
so, she started getting the story of selling the artist’s creations.
Her trip to becoming a writer has continued a while ago
it was all matter of she chosing to be her own friend over her own foe.
A couple of mounts ago I met some new people in my life, and after a couple of days talking I introduced one of the the new ones with my blog. It was my first time I show someone close to me what is my blog for. Next thing I heard from the new one after the page was viewed for a few minutes was this: (talking to the next sitting another new one) Hey, open this up, there are a lot of great stuff here!
STUFF?! Months have been passing by, and the word ‘stuff’ I can’t get over yet! That is why I decided to write this off shore post…
I would like to share with you the moment when I decided to make this page. I am a thinker, an introvert, a reader, someone that wants to actually use the brain most of the time. I don’t want to bother myself with what am I going to eat today, or some regular things. I want to invent, I want wisdom, I want the deep meanings of the words, or verses, or thoughts! Two years ago, things were coming to my mind all the time, so I decided to start publishing them in order to keep them recorded, and still to be read by the others. I did not want to label myself as blogger, only to share my ‘wisdom’ with the others.
My writing is not ‘stuff’! My writing has depth, is has meaning, it is mind opening, it may alter someone’s thinking, it is part of my soul and my deepest self. It is reachable on-line, and it is free. But nothing makes it ‘stuff’.
I feel like being deeply offended. I said nothing out loud to these people. But I kept on my writing truck, and after the months passed by, I am finding myself becoming even better!
Share your comments bellow for any similar experience…
Writing is not only an action. Typing and expressing your opinion about certain subject, getting published and acquiring a reading audience. If you call writing a job, and you call yourself a writer, you cannot be a true writer.
How does the idea to write to write and publish has come to you? Did you only wanted to express your opinion in written form, or there was something stronger? All great writings with artistic value throughout centuries, first of all, have emotional depth. They have been written in some special circumstances, the writer is mostly someone who does not belong to the crowd.
Most of the stories that are sold as writing products in twenty first century, are just printed copies that are sold due to good marketing.
Writing should come from the depth of the writer’s emotions, in his most difficult moments, when it is the only action he wants to perform, his escape. And it is a lonely activity.
Writers are loners. But they are those rare people that keep enormous see of emotions in them, something that is hard to find in the see of material treasures. Continue reading
Hatred is a word so cheap to use it in order to express emotions. I would rather say: It is so sad to hear people buying cheap love, and thus read such writings, loves in which it is all about being victim, loves in which our not fulfilled again cheap desires mean unhappiness, loves that require definition, loves based on condition, loves built upon too many ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’, loves that cry because of ‘not having’ or ‘not happening’. Even more sad is when she or him, most often she, puts it on a paper and people pay for even more sadness, not taking into consideration the permanent effects that such bullshit of literature can make to a human’s ability to love (for real). Sinking in the tricky game of the words narrating a sad love story (which cannot be) we become self-destructive. A love story cannot be. It can be a story about love. Happy, sad.. does it matter? Or it should only be filled with love?
Enough of your poisonous cheap sad love stories that require possession, oppression and selection. Love is not about you or me. Love is about him or she, or they. Life is about you. You, my dear storyteller have mixed it up! Happiness is within you, and so do sadness, and they have nothing to do with the love that flows towards him or she, from you. In fact they have, but not like: I am happy ‘IF’ he / she loves me, but I am happy, I love, and I am even more happy, I love him or she – without any ‘because’ or ‘if’ or ‘but’ -unconditionally.
My dear so called writer,
you may be angry, but please, please re-consider your doings, and not because of the others, but you. This is your life. Start living to start loving.
the one that is not understood because of you.