I had my first poetry lecture today, as part of English Literature, and in it my lecturer said something that I rather enjoyed:
This, I think, sums up why so many people love to write: it allows one to explore one's own mind. When you present a thought to someone – whether a lecturer, friend, parent, employer, or indeed anyone who will listen – you are opening it to analysis, debate, and criticism. It's a good thing. And, when you write a one-hundred-and-forty-characters-or-less opinion, share your views on a forum, or write an essay on a subject, you start to analyse yourself. You wonder how you got to this view; why do you feel this way? What has influenced you? It's really rather an effective way of getting to know yourself.
However, I like to do things slightly differently. I keep a little, secret blog that no one knows about (well, until now) that's completely private and unreadable, and every few months, or merely however often I'm feeling strongly about something, I will sit down at my computer and clatter out a thought. It's often trivial, seldom succinct, but always passionate; I find I feel much better afterwards, knowing that my feelings are in some way out there.
I doubt I will ever allow another set of eyes to skim the pages of garbled, melancholy paragraphs, but I'll keep writing them. I strongly suggest you give it a try.
"You never know what you think until you write it down."
This, I think, sums up why so many people love to write: it allows one to explore one's own mind. When you present a thought to someone – whether a lecturer, friend, parent, employer, or indeed anyone who will listen – you are opening it to analysis, debate, and criticism. It's a good thing. And, when you write a one-hundred-and-forty-characters-or-less opinion, share your views on a forum, or write an essay on a subject, you start to analyse yourself. You wonder how you got to this view; why do you feel this way? What has influenced you? It's really rather an effective way of getting to know yourself.
However, I like to do things slightly differently. I keep a little, secret blog that no one knows about (well, until now) that's completely private and unreadable, and every few months, or merely however often I'm feeling strongly about something, I will sit down at my computer and clatter out a thought. It's often trivial, seldom succinct, but always passionate; I find I feel much better afterwards, knowing that my feelings are in some way out there.
I doubt I will ever allow another set of eyes to skim the pages of garbled, melancholy paragraphs, but I'll keep writing them. I strongly suggest you give it a try.
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