I know they’re words you’re afraid to write. Feelings you can’t avoid so you push them far beneath the human gaze. I challenge you to write them anyway.
Writing is like the highest form release, where healing is achieved through written therapy. The art of writing is like admitting you are a tiny spec in this vast world. And somehow that sets you free. Writing isn’t a chain made to make you bond. Or a prison of identity created by characters whose stories you sustained.
You are who you are whether or not you finish that final chapter. Or hit that journaling landmark, just write it anyway. For a silent audience, for a singular one, write because the gift is abundant and the well of words is ever flowing.
A mosaic of life experiences that continuously forms and will never be truly defined, but forever remembered. When you think your words are too cringey to see the light of day. Write about that imperfection either way.
For the broken hearted, the poor in spirit, for the words you once searched for but couldn’t find cause no one had written it. Write with pure intentions without any demand or entitlement for applause. Write because it needs to be documented and recorded, the art of literacy is slowly being restored.
Write always, write now, write it anyway.
That's a fantastic typo, I do feel like a spec and not a speck. A spec was built, me, with up front costs covered by the builder, with hopes that someone would buy it. Now I see that my own buyer is me! I'm not waiting for anyone to tell me the value, I'm buying myself. And I know I will appreciate!
thankyou 🎀🤍