I spent last night trying desperately to pull something out of my mind and put it down on paper. I wanted to share something beautiful. The harder I tried, the less I could say.
I admire those who can take words and make them into something magical.
I look to them to express the things I can’t.
Those touchingly beautiful stories that take us away into a place far from our own world, bringing that great escape we all need sometimes.
I would have settled for something ordinary. A tale of life in the slow lane perhaps. Simple, yet poignant…or humorous.
We need more laughter.
Again, it’s with great admiration that I read things like that. Those glimpses into someone’s everyday average life. Basic truths that everyone can relate to.
But, the words that draw me in completely are those born from great pain and sorrow.
They can reach deep into our hearts, touching a place we thought only we knew existed.
They let us know we are not alone. Giving us the comfort that someone else feels what we feel or thinks what we think.
Shouting from between the lines, “I understand!”.
As I’m writing this now, I’m still struggling with every syllable.
Trying to makes sense. Trying to gather up all the stray thoughts running marathons in my mind.
They’re sprinting and jumping with no direction. Like children on the playground they dart from one place to the next. Exhausted, but still moving.
I want to scoop them up and tell them it’s time to go home, time to rest now.
It seems I just can’t fight this feeling anymore. I have to go with the flow and let happen naturally.
…and that is something beautiful.
Does anyone else feel the conflict between what you want to do and what you are doing?
Please comment and share your thoughts.