Write Your Story

Sometimes, when I watch a documentary or discover a great book, I wish I could be like that person. I wish I could lead the interesting and unique life they lead. I'll try and try to write the way I think they write, but in the end, it is no use. I end up writing my way. Why? Because that is the only way I can write, like myself, because the words come from within me, from out of my life experiences. Sure, I have had unusual experiences. My life has not always been so mundane as I have found it to be, especially during this awful pandemic. But, where do the words come from, but from the places within that seek expression. Can I do otherwise, create and craft until I have written something so different that even I am astounded? Here, I must explain. Late at night, when I cannot sleep, is the best time to do this, when neither my "story" nor my wishing is expressed, but something far more extraordinary. So, perhaps it isn't what I express, but when.

Here is an example, written late at night: "We be but troubled souls in this land of Not. In this land we be but troubled souls. I forgive you. You forgive me. And all is not lost, all is lost, for we are in turn spiraling galaxies, forever turning, gaining wisdom, losing our minds, losing our thoughts.
Here is Truth. Truth is not a way. It is the way. It is a being in true being. It is a macrocosm of thought. Not action. Not verbiage. Not reasoning. Pure. Absolute. Yet, without form. Truth is. Truth Is.
We have not lost our minds completely yet, but we must. We must, before it is too late. This mind we trust more than our heart, which is connected to the One, the All. This heart that beats to the rhythm of our one true love, this Earth, but a part swirling in the Greater One, the Greater All. It is Truth that will save us from our own unquenchable thirst for knowledge...."

See what I mean?

See you!