So many times it is difficult to separate the tendency to write words instead of thoughts. Metaphors instead of feelings. Verbs rather than actions.
Writing should be the replacement, encapsulation of a voice, preserved for the moment when the reader’s eyes first pass across the words. The voice should not be their own, but that of the writer.
It may be the forward, preface or introduction that sets the tone. Surely the reader must rid themselves, albeit unconsciously, of the sounds of that voice they are so familiar with.
Those who place words into readable form should have as a central drive, the need to be heard not so much for what they have to say, but for the passion they have to write. The joys or sorrows, fears or delights, defeats or triumphs of human life.
Reaching into the heart, the center of feeling, and the mind, where understanding can happen. To the soul where we all reside, and the spirit that connects us each and every one. As Elie Wiesel would say, “Thinking higher, feeling deeper.”
Some may write to create escape mechanisms, and others to cause readers to face real issues. In the end, this writer has only one desire, and that is to communicate with the human spirit. It is not always easy to connect with the deepest feelings and emotions, and then to convey that with the written word.
No matter the efforts to do that, so much depends on the reader, and the ability to take them on a journey. As with any such effort, the reader must also be just as prepared when reading a book, as when packing for a trip.
It’s not just the clothes, shoes or boots, computer, cell phone or other assorted items that always seem to find their way into suitcases, so often seldom used. What provokes the packing of those items? Where is the vision of places that trip is intended to transport us?
No one starts a journey without an idea of what’s in store. There is always a vision, whether realistic or fantasy. Who will be met that is new? How will others accept us? Will things be successful? What will be accomplished? Is happiness or dread anticipated?
Some may write for fame or acknowledgment. Financial gain is a common motivator. Capturing thoughts before they can escape into oblivion, as though it was impossible to consciously place them is a storage file in the memory system. Some of the best manuscripts are discovered long after the passing of the writer.
As it has been said, nothing is gained by dying with the music of life still in you. Do any know when they have reached the point of enough? Is there a place where life is just finished and it’s time to make a transition? Can that question be answered with certainty?
Many claim truth is relative. Sounds of a convenient kind of convoluted words lacking any substance is generally what that means. Where’s the relative part of dark or light? Someone is bound to say that darkness is just the absence of light so darkness really doesn’t relatively exist.
Put that person in an enclosed room with no possibility of light, and discover how relative that is. Truth is not what someone makes it. Truth is the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening. Truth is the impact of a lightening bolt striking the flat bed of a truck next to your car in a thunderstorm. Nothing relative about it.