So what compelled me to write a blog? Honestly, I have been writing in journals for years. I am not an avid journal writer, contrary to my friend’s beliefs. Seasons will pass when I only write at the rate of once a week (That season tends to be summer because I’m not all cooped up). I have always wanted to write a blog. But like Neil Young was probably hesitant to switch from acoustic to electric, I was worried that making my thoughts public would indirectly make me censor my own truth. I am still getting the whole blogging thing down, and I’m finding that blogging is good for helping me to “cut the fat out of” my own writing. Just don’t hate on my run-on sentences. My personal journal, which I still keep, is a mess of run-on sentences and incomplete thoughts. Sometimes it is just stanzas of poetry or song lyrics from my favorite artists.
I often draw inspiration to write from other art forms like songs, books, or cinema. One of my favorite writing inspiring movies is Marie Antoinette with Kirstin Dunst. In terms of story elements, it isn’t very good. However, the direction is perfect. We all know who Marie Antoinette is historically, and look it up if you don’t. But the movie presents a different opinion of the figure. The movie isn’t about being historically accurate. It was about posing the idea that there is more to a person that history tells us. We often judge someone for what they did or didn’t do, but will we ever really know what they felt? We forget that every person we’ve every judged is still a human. They have the same struggles that we do. If you bend them, will they not break? I guess I enjoy writing because I get the opportunity to express what I feel and I know it to be true.
We all have writing within us. We just have to write about what we know to be true. Everyday we post pictures. Sometimes the pictures mean nothing to the viewer, but everything to the people in them. Writing gives me the opportunity to let a complete stranger into my heart. My thoughts are as raw as it gets. What you, the reader, decides to do with those thoughts is up to you. What I get out of this is a reflection of my own being. In years to come, when I’ve been changed by the world, I can look back at this day and remember the person of my youth. So I am compelled to write in hopes of telling a story, to both the world and myself.
“If you want to look at the history of the human heart, you need to look to the poets. History books show you where battles were fought, how they marched, what they fought with, and what the war was fought over. But it really doesn’t tell you about the heart of the soldier. You need to read the love letters to really understand why people were fighting. It is really a fascinating process to take a mindless, wordless feeling and try to concrete it into words without it deadening.” -Jewel Kilcher