The little things

thingsWe’ve been told (and we keep on telling ourselves on a regular basis) that life finds a way, that somehow things turn out for the better. That if you want it, you can have it.

Sadly, that’s not true.

Do you know what keeps me up some nights? It’s the fear that somehow I won’t be able to write anymore, that somehow life’s going to take that away from me. And that I won’t be able to find a way, that life just won’t want to present me with a solution.

Being a writer is what I am. It’s the truest part of me, and for a long time it was the only part of me that still felt alive. It’s funny that we don’t usually think about these things: about what we have and love most.

It’s sad but true that we take things for granted. Whether we continue to chase after dreams we haven’t fulfilled yet, or we’re just doing nothing, we still take things for granted. The most important, the ones that define who we are. Things, people, places, events, we take them all for granted, and we don’t even think about it.

And if we think about it, we often end up living in this strange lethargy, in this “not now, not here” trance, in which we don’t want to do anything with what we love most for fear of losing it.

I’ve spent an awful lot of time like this. Writing on and off, giving up, taking breaks. Waiting to be ready.

Don’t you think we spend a lot of time waiting? And we don’t even know for what. Or whom.

We get caught up in the day to day routine of being a normal person. We get lost in the little things.

And you know what’s the biggest problem with all these little, unimportant things? We never try to understand them. We never try to understand what we’re doing. Life becomes a reflex.

Sometimes I get inspired by the most mundane of activities. Not because I’m searching for inspiration, but because inspiration has the bad habit of finding me. Meaningless experiences become meaningful to me. I write them down, and this simple act gives my life purpose.

Think of me whatever you want, but writing is the only thing I’m somewhat good at, the only thing I genuinely love doing. And not being able to write for so long, when life was hard, turned me into a bitter and resentful person. Not being able to write when you need to the most is a bigger tragedy than most people would ever imagine.

Because most people never bother to ask: why do you write?

Frankly, I don’t remember anyone in my immediate circle of friends ever asking me that.

Why do people write? Is it for money, fame, glory? Maybe. To prove something? Yes, it can be. Because they want to show us something only they can see? True. But people also write because they want to escape from something. That’s a very powerful motivation. People write because they want to fight against something, and words are the only weapon they have.

Some write because they don’t want to forget, while others write precisely because of that. Maybe people write because they want to live something behind. A legacy, something to last forever.

And some write because no one’s willing to listen to them…

Art has the habit of giving a voice to the downtrodden. Art is often times a way of escaping oppression or fighting against it.

It gave me a voice when I didn’t have one in the real world.

Here’s another funny thing: this is real. The art you make, the words you write. They’re very real, and they influence people in ways you can’t imagine. And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, because they’re not you, and they don’t know what you want. They just think they know.

My words matter to me. That’s the most important thing. As long as I write with that in mind, the rest doesn’t really matter. And if my words matter to someone else, that’s just a bonus.

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16 comments on “The little things

  1. I love the way it portrays how a writer and a creative mind works in the background.., i saw myself somewhere there inside the article.

  2. This is really good! I agree so much with your words and have felt many of the same things.

  3. lauracurwood says:

    😊 Precisely Cristian. I do not need to ask you why you write: you answer that question yourself as I so often do.
    Laura

  4. cvilleuplift says:

    I write, so I may understand. I hate writing but adore having written. It is a way I can pay attention to myself when alone. I write, so I can cope. :) #yourwordsmatter

  5. Kym says:

    Keep writing & sharing your words. Your voice needs to be heard.

  6. jameslubwa says:

    Your writing inspires me. Keep up the good work.

  7. jcckeith says:

    I haven’t been on WordPress in a year or so and today I took the time to get on here and read some articles and this was one of them. So inspirational and so true. We do take too many things for granted and spend too much time waiting and I don’t think I’ve ever asked my writer friends why they write – just took for granted that I figured I knew their reasons but I probably don’t.

  8. pierrmorgan says:

    Writing – anything – makes me happy. Even a list. Thanks for expressing The Little Things. You make a difference.

  9. goldnheart says:

    what an open and sincere post, Christian. The voice of a writer is a life saver, it sheds the light, it encourages others to listen to their voices carefully with love, with attention to details. Your blog is very important, so glad I read it today and it is very nice to meet you, writer!

  10. iForbye says:

    Love it! Very true…

  11. liezl says:

    It’s true, how words can be used to transfer energy and emotions to another human being. Writing can also be a way of paying it forward – letting people experience your story in a different level, it’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing your talent!

  12. Goodness, this is just what I needed to read today…thank you

  13. mexploring says:

    Great post, shared with such an honest voice. Thank you.
    I used to write to remember things – now I write in order to get in touch with something else, I don’t know, my higher self or whatever. but I love to open my journal and write – and very often my text gives me answers to my questions, or leads me on a new level. it is a like a journey, like exploration of the possibilities of mind which are accessible through writing.
    but why would you fear loosing your writing? isn’t it forever yours?

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