Jun 04, 2011 11:24
I have been so very busy lately, and, more importantly, I feel like I don't have anything of value to say. That's basically why I've stopped writing here. I used to have sadness and thoughts and things and now it just seems pointless to me, and difficult. I think that's why I stoped writing poetry so long ago-I didn't run out of sadness, I ran out of things to say. And writing is hard. Even journaling this is hard for me.
Writing used to be fundamental to my being. Writing was who I was, who I would be. Everything I felt or thought was channeled through that medium because I was not a good speaker. And now...now I've learned to speak.
There's something absurdly romantic about writing, though-especially hand writing. I attempt to hand-write in a journal every now and again because the feel is completely different. You have to consider your words more, and I think that makes them better. Here you can just type stream of consciousness until your fingers fall off, and it's not quite as romantic nor nearly as intellectual, in my opinion.
Here's another reason I don't write anymore-I get very self-conscious about what I am writing, and how. For example, this. This is complete and utter drivel, and I know it. And I know I should stop writing. And so what becomes of a writer that becomes self-conscious?
They stop.
writing,
life