A lot of us yearn for writing our hearts out. While all we wish doing is to get our feelings across, it feels more rewarding to receive accolades for the simplicity in building that bridge between ours’ and readers’ hearts. And, I know that writing is not easy.
Still, there is no such thing as an aspiring writer.
We all enjoy witnessing sunrise and sunset or our occasional trips to sit by the lakeside. That’s easy because we become a part of nature. To register that experience, however, and to write that down for the readers to help them experience the same magic when they are sitting inside the walls of their imagination is complicated and tricky.
I still dare to say that there is no such thing as an aspiring writer.
How many times, tell me honestly, ideas strike you when you are in the shower? Does it not happen to you as frequently as it happens to me? So, you know that you don’t write yet you keep thinking. Right? It is such that even when you are not writing—on your laptop or a piece of paper—you are writing. Right? It is such that even when you are not involved in thinking creatively or critically, your mind makes memories by cherry-picking from your thoughts. Right?
That’s why I say that there is no such thing as an aspiring writer.
I say that not because I write or blog. I say that because I know that there is more to writing than just writing. We all have stories to tell. We all have experiences to share. We all do something in our lives, every day, that’s worth an inspiration to many. We all are products of the driblets of wisdom that trickle down our ever-contemplating brains.
Now that you begin to see how I see, you will agree that there is no such thing as an aspiring writer.
We are our own companions. Writing is a conversation that we have with ourselves. It is that speechless interaction, which decides what we do. During such conversations, we lose ourselves, we find ourselves, we look within, and we look outside. Through such conversations, we don’t merely see, we observe; we don’t merely think, we contemplate. It is writing that brings us back to ourselves.
True that there is no such thing as an aspiring writer.
As we have this conversation, you and I, our garden of emotions begins to flourish. We begin to plant new seeds of thoughts. We bring our mental ears closer to our hearts to listen to the beats within. We begin to experience joy and warmth unspeakable. We may even venture walking barefoot through the thorny yet eternal pathway, called life, that eventually leads us to the light. But, most importantly, we begin to happen. We begin to realize.
The truth is, we cannot aspire to become what we already are! Which is why, I believe, there is no such thing as an aspiring writer.