Thoughts on writing

Pardon me for taking a break from poetry for this post. While I intended this blog to be most entirely poetry, it is my blog and as such I shall be permitted to write whatsoever I should like. So permit me to delve into the straight forward, self reflective style of writing for the remainder of this post, and be sure to know that yes it will relate to poetry by the end.

Today as I walked through a cold yet gentle rain falling on my jacket I found myself slipping into reflective thought. As I sat in class, or at work, and as I walked the halls of my university I continued to think. My mind wandered from poetry to philosophy. From adventure to love and from life to death. I pondered myself and those I observed around me.

I realized all of my thought was ordered towards rational understanding. An understanding of who I am and where I am going. As I walked past other people and overheard their conversations I began to question their reason for living and their reason for acting. I found myself profoundly unable to grasp their experience. Hearing a few seconds of conversation to my left I looked to see an excited conversation. Humorously intrigued however, I did not know how another person could so emphatically converse about a topic I found so dull and uninteresting. Later I experienced myself questioning the motivation of many people I passed. I judged them to be striving only for recognition and accolades.

This moved me to question why any of us do anything we do. Is it for title or recognition that we pursue a venture? Is it from social pressure that we make our decisions to act in this or that way? What is it we feel that drives us to action? What is this experience of pursuit that we all feel?

If you have read this far, thank you. If you have found yourself hopeful that I have an answer for these questions I have posed, I must regrettably say I do not have those answers. So now you may be asking why I have shared all of these thoughts. I presented these thoughts to you to show why I write.

I do not have the answers to life’s questions, but I live daily, seeking, growing, developing, loving and learning. I cannot experience the life of another, but I can profoundly experience my own life. I can share my stories and I can read or hear others stories. It is in this experience of the life which is intelligible and yet inexplicable that we seek our purpose. We experience the universal, the divine. We experience something greater than ourselves and we know it and yet cannot explain it.

This is why I write. I write because I experience and am seeking understanding. I can create a new world, characters, and stories to help shed light upon the experience of life. Through literature we can dive into universal experience. We can dive towards truth. We can seek understanding.

In conclusion. should you have read this far, I urge you to continue reading, writing, searching and loving. Encounter the universal encounter the divine and live this life you were blessed with. Why? You may ask. God only knows the answer to that, but never stop striving toward that why.

May God bless you.
M