Writing

Today, I sat with a couple of people who were discussing what they do when they were sad. This conversation came about when one of them showed an Instagram account that posted deep and sad poems as part of their feed. They claimed that by following such content on their social media, it gives them a little happiness or rather, relief knowing that there is someone out there they could connect with. Someone who knew what they felt in their hearts and I think that it is a very valid reason. Don't we all want to know that we are not alone in our struggles? 

Not surprisingly, many of them writes as a way to cope with their sadness. Writing is a gift. How we feel is often translated to what we write and often enough, the most beautiful of writings flows only in our most emotional state. That is when we write with our hearts and this human aspect in writing is what makes people want to read more and to empathize. 

Words are powerful. As do promises and vows. It can be used to hurt someone or to make someone happy. Some people relish in the fact that their words have greater authority than others. Words have a lot of hidden meaning too. Good writers write to hide something. Great writers write to hide themselves. The fact is, we write because we want someone to read them. There may be people who writes for the pleasure of it but writing is just as good as the person who reads them.

One of them said that I write when I am sad. That is true, I do not deny that. But I have not written in months and even when I did, it is rarely when I am sad. Is it because I am not sad anymore? The answer is... no. The truth is, writing makes me sad too. It makes me sad because I know that what I write from the heart can actually hurt someone else and I don't have that rights to hurt someone in the expense of relieving my own. 

Many times, I was sorely tempted to write about a particular event that happened. Perhaps an injustice that happened or something along that line. Perhaps my account of something that I felt people should know. Or just what I felt about a particular someone. But then, I realized that this was actually one of my biggest fallacy. To not be able to confront these issues and to hide behind these very words. 

But everything is for the better. It always is.