For most, writing is not an easy task. I’m still trying to figure out why I keep taking a stab at it. But here I am, pounding away at these keys in an effort to share my thoughts with you. Writing for pleasure may seem like the simplest route, as opposed to getting paid to write essays, stories, and other helpful articles, but it appears to not be the case at all. I can’t even come up with a decent title.
One thing I have come up with is that writing is a bit like life. I started out with absolutely no idea what I was doing or how to do it, though my intentions were good. Slowly, I started to form a thought in my head outlining the type of writer I wanted to be and what kind of approach I would take to make it happen. Somewhere along the way I lost sight of what I was doing and decided I just didn’t want to do it anymore, it’s too difficult. Boohoo.
Life works the same way. We start off not knowing anything or what to do with ourselves, but we are generally good people. As we grow older, experiences shape and mold us into what we are going to become as an adult and we decide what we want to accomplish as a human being. College, shitty jobs, paycheck to paycheck lives, and dealing with unbearable people make us lose track of what we were trying to accomplish and where we were going. We get blindsided by all of life’s little nuances and tricks. And then we have to start over. Once again, boohoo.
Starting over gets more and more difficult as we get older. Rediscovering ourselves isn’t fun anymore. It becomes a chore, a hassle. Yet we really don’t have much of a choice. For all the assholes who are going to say “you always have a choice, you can do anything you want to do,” shut up. We know this. We have potential. We have the support. We have the world in the palm of our hands. Isn’t life grand and simple and sweet and amazing. NO. It is NOT that easy. The only choice we have is to decide if we want to give up and be some cold hobo going from shelter to shelter or to try to pick ourselves up and make something new out of what has fallen apart. Most of us opt for the latter. Most of us will not be able to recover the track we were on at the beginning of our starry-eyed dreams, and although life has a way of working out and we end up being happy at the end, it is not what we had originally planned for ourselves. There is nothing wrong with that at all.
But not one person can tell me everything they did and accomplished and dreamed of went exactly according to plan and that there is no goal they did not accomplish. Everyone has something. You may not be able to admit it. As you are reading this, there is a tiny thought in the back of your head from 20 years ago screaming at you and tugging at you that you have suppressed and will always suppress.
This post was not meant to take such a negative turn, and I apologize for that. But it does confirm that both of my talking points are true. The first, writing and life have a lot in common. And the second, more often than not, things are not going to work out the way you want it to.
I’ll attempt to end this on a more positive note. With all of life’s downfalls and shortcomings, it isn’t all bad. Puppies and kittens exist, so there’s that. Life is a working title. It may not turn out as planned, but it will turn out. And by the end, whether it’s good or bad, you end up with an interesting read.
Stay classy, and I’ll see you at the next stop.