5/12/2024
People who are writers have a tendency to extrovert their inner world, expressing pain, joy, a cry for help, a commentary, a realization, a discovery, a thought, or an exaltation through the written word. Sometimes it's necessary not to just read the words, but to read underneath the words and in the spaces between the words. The writer has something to say and hopes someone will read the spaces in between where perhaps an ink and tear-stained soul is leaning against the page. Writing makes the worst moments hurt less. Writing evokes. Isn't that a good thing - something that can't be expressed with an emoticon, text, or meme in this abbreviated and all too often shallow world? As the world hurtles itself toward instantaneity, the act of writing is a sanctuary of the purest form of expression. It's an affirmation of our truest feelings and the complexities of the human condition. I'd rather be tucked into a quiet corner with pen and paper, engrossed in the thoughtful assemblage of words as the world rushes on by. Take the time to read a book, write a poem, journal, write a letter that you put a stamp on, or if you're able, write a book. These acts force you to slow down, to introspect, to consider, to connect - and sometimes they allow you to heal.
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