wounded warrior

A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Writers write

Sitting at dinner tonight with some friends, I was reminded of the complexity of language. Just take a moment to think about the marvelous invention of words. Words convey meaning and thought. Though words we can have relationship with other humans and even animals to a slightly less degree. Because of written language, you are reading this blog and know what I am saying. We have the privilege of reading and understanding thoughts of some of the most intelligent and the most renown writers of the human existence. Words hold power.

That being said, I need to apologize. I need to apologize for my failure of not contributing to the library of the world. See, I am a thinker. While I am sure many thinkers write (I know some of them do, for I have read them), I am not one of those. I think and mull over something, a lot of times forgetting about my thoughts all together. Those that manage to stay in my brain for a longer than a few moments, I bounce off a friend of two, usually over lunch or in passing between classes. However, rarely do I take the time to put them down for the benefit of others. There are people who have given their lives for my freedom to say and write what I think, and I have completely spat on their sacrifice. For that I am deeply sorry.

I have a gift. My writing touches people. I am not saying that it is worthy of world fame, or even publication. But I have been told enough times of my writing touching people that I know I have a gift. I feel guilty for not allowing my talent to fully develop. For that I am sorry.

I don't know if I will have time to write everyday, but I do know that I need to write more than what I do. Expect more from me. Use my ideas as a catalyst for your own. I don't even ask that you give me credit. I only ask that you allow others to grow from your own experiences. For I was reminded the other night that we (society) are nothing but by products of others thoughts and ideas. Let the great thinkers of the world unite. For it is in our apathy and ignorance that we fail and ultimately die.

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