Sometimes I think about things in a way that isn’t ordinary.
Sometimes I think about things in ways so ordinary they almost don’t register
as thoughts.
This is how I think of writing. For me, writing is thinking.
Out loud, perhaps louder in some cases than others, but out loud enough that it’s
NOT merely thinking.
Some of my Life I have “wanted to BE” a writer [and other
things, too] without realising that I already had [have] everything I need to
BE that whatever [in this case, writer] Right Now. Right Here.
Mind-boggling…
BEing a writer is BEing someone who writes. Granted, we
mostly think of writers as ThoseWhoHavePublishedBooks, but that is just wrong-thinking
done with great skill and accuracy!
I write first thing each and every day BEcause A] I CAN, it’s
My Life, and MY Choice to BEgin this way, and 2] it’s what makes my day and
thus My Life someplace I want to BE.
I don’t write to BE heard, to make a difference, to make a
point, or to BE in any way cool, better, or special. I write BEcause it’s who I
am. Who I BE… Just that
simple. I write BEcause it has BEcome my way of entering the World every
morning.
Like opening my eyes to the new day…
I love you, Currie
3 comments:
Very nice composition. Yes, writing makes us think and relate to our way of thinking, face ourselves.
I look forward to receiving your insight on a daily basis! We should all be grateful for who we are, what we are and age with grace. Or at least I'd like to try.
I BE in awe of writing skills!
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