To Write or Not To Write
Post Indonesia, Post Gateway, Post Rest Time, Post Typhoon Day there are many thoughts swirling in my head. I have seen so much, felt so much, learnt so much and been healed of so much. I must have journalled 50+ pages (any IB students out there you can't say I don't practice what I preach ;p) and still so much is left unsaid and still the thoughts swirl and swirl. Some things will probably never be said or written down and that is ok. Some thoughts and experiences just can't be pinned down, captured, preserved and dissected - in fact those very actions would destroy them and their significance. Others, however, deserve some time and thought. Deserve some ponderance. Deserve being put into words....
.... And then there are some that DEMAND it. They won't let you put them down, no matter how hard you may try, and the more time you spend with them the bigger and bigger they get. Time doesn't quench or satisfy them it just increases their breadth and depth and intensity and increases their demand for expression and time.
One of my dreams has always been to write a book. A far off dream yes, but one that continues to be dreamt 20 years on. I love words and writing. I love their beauty, potential, power, the life they bring. They fascinate me. Despite my dreams, this fascination and my current career as an English teacher I am not a particularly great writer. So many technical elements elude me; I think I am too in awe of the beauty of writing to bear to dissect it in the cold heartless manner needed to obtain technical perfection. But the dream is shaking off its dust a little as these demanding thoughts are shaping themselves into chapters. Is now the time?
And yet what time do I realistically have? My practical side protests even as I am bombarded with the compelling "write me, write me, write me" of these demanding thoughts. And here I am left with the question....
...To Write or Not To Write???
.... And then there are some that DEMAND it. They won't let you put them down, no matter how hard you may try, and the more time you spend with them the bigger and bigger they get. Time doesn't quench or satisfy them it just increases their breadth and depth and intensity and increases their demand for expression and time.
One of my dreams has always been to write a book. A far off dream yes, but one that continues to be dreamt 20 years on. I love words and writing. I love their beauty, potential, power, the life they bring. They fascinate me. Despite my dreams, this fascination and my current career as an English teacher I am not a particularly great writer. So many technical elements elude me; I think I am too in awe of the beauty of writing to bear to dissect it in the cold heartless manner needed to obtain technical perfection. But the dream is shaking off its dust a little as these demanding thoughts are shaping themselves into chapters. Is now the time?
And yet what time do I realistically have? My practical side protests even as I am bombarded with the compelling "write me, write me, write me" of these demanding thoughts. And here I am left with the question....
...To Write or Not To Write???
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