As I sit here listening to the song by Christina Perri, A Thousand Years, I am reminded what life is really about. All the thoughts that I have had these past weeks are suddenly crashing in on me. This song sums up a lot of what I know I won’t say in this blog post.
I have had trouble with finding my inspiration this week. Looking back at all that occurred I didn’t know how I could even sit and contemplate what to write let alone actually do the writing.
Death came suddenly in my family. It knocked on the door of my in-laws and took the patriarch of our family from us. Some will say since he was 91 he lived a long full life. But if you asked him he would’ve told you he had more he wanted to do. He was still going strong up until he started to get his battery full of tests done.
I mention his passing, not for sympathy, but to show that we all must go through life and still have the ability to create on top of the hard times. Being that I knew only a day or so before I was able to drive to see him. That helped relieve any regrets that I would have later. But it wasn’t easy watching him go and not being able to stop the pain that it brought to our lives when he did.
I believe that I have drawn from this experience the strength that he tried to instill in us when he was alive. He spoke his mind when he didn’t agree and made no apologies for it. He was generally right and stood by what he was saying for he spoke from experience. I somehow mustered up the strength to handle things during this time as I knew he would. I think he would’ve been proud.
So what you are probably asking is what the heck does this have to do with writing? I think that any experience good or bad only adds to the depth of our writing. Whether it is through pain or happiness we can find solace in the power of emptying out our soul in writing. Sometimes it is when we actually find the right words for they are coming from our heart and soul.
Ever watch the movie, “Somethings Gotta Give?” Throughout the film, the character Erica Barry (Diane Keaton) writes a play based on her breakup with Harry Sanborn (Jack Nicholson). She cries almost all the way through it until the end where she tosses the kleenex box in the trash. THAT is the emotion that I speak of. I feel this as I type this blog and hope that if you haven’t already experienced this that you do someday. It is better in my opinion than any therapy session you could ever get. Add some sappy music and you have got yourself a writing session extraordinaire. 🙂
I hope that when you are down and feel that you have nothing to give to your writing that you will remember what I am saying here. It is always in you. People pass and love may leave you. Life can toss you all the curve balls that it wishes but one thing remains, writing. Writing is like riding a bike, you never forget how to do it.
So when all else fails, write.