the writing in there
Sometimes I feel burdened by the writing like wanting to shake free. Like lose the shackles of things. Just find the way. The way to just effortlessly write. Not pass judgement or restrictions. And I wonder...
Why do we do that?
Why is it we believe it all must resonate or be in some set of conditions or be a certain way. Like writing dates in my journal. Or keeping one journal or daily ones. There is no rule. How I want to find the things outside there that are meaningful. Or not. Or fun. Or name your feeling here.
I think we all start with the most bold of propositions. We write just because. Because...
- We must. I have this. I could not imagine not writing something. Daily. Or whenever.
- We explore. There are these worlds and words and they blend together. Somehow we want to find that. That resonance. The feeling of how exploration should be both effortless but with meaning to us.
- We desire. We need it. This writing. Notice no one defines what writing this is.
- We share. Do we want others to read what our missives are? Maybe.
There’s a whole host of others. Things I have found and lost along the way. Little connections and links that once gave themselves up to me but now seem harder to find. Lost words. Worlds. Only a letter separates them.
So what to do
Well just go. Don’t worry or make judgments. Write your daily life in a big file or daily ones. Others don’t know what works for you. If you do what they say it’s not yours any more. It’s them peeking inside at you. Making their marks. In markdown. Don’t fall for it. I have. I have felt I should do x or y simply because someone else said it’s the best way.
I write this way not because of some future that may look back and pronounce sentence. I do it for now. I want to write just the way I do now. Because now means for me no strange formats or plugins or themes. Nothing to bungle with words and how my thoughts get put down. Or not.
It’s the writing itself that we do. Not what another says is the way. I’ve made the same error. Decided to do or not do a thing. One big text file. Or daily journals. Ok. It’s on you.
I use this. You use that. Perhaps we want similar or very different things. Or we don’t want at all. I don’t find things I want these days. My wife says,
Honey you need new shirts or socks or underwear.
I just listen but I really want to write. To find the sense or nonsense in my overthinking ways.
So just fucking write
Instead of wrong or right.
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