When applications ask you to explain who you are and how you got to where you are and where you are going, I find myself sitting at the keyboard bewildered. How am I supposed to relay my entire life saga through minimal taps on a keyboard?
The answer is slowly. And with Bob Marley playing softly behind you.
Here’s what I came up with…
Life’s a bit too complex to have it together all the time, or namely, to give off the false facade we do. We need somewhere to be honest, raw and open. The written word is that place.
Somehow, through exploring my own skepticisms, fears and curiosities, I’m able to take a glimpse into where I stand in this big, big place. When I can sit and read, when I can peer into the lives and hearts of others, taking from their experiences what I may, at my own pace, I don’t feel all that selfish or alone.
Suddenly, when I reach the end of pages and chapters and books, I feel empowered, in the most humble of ways. Better in a round about way. Almost as if I’m not squinting into the distance, but opening my eyes to what is standing right in front of me.
As humans, we all have our niche, our sacred place, our stomping grounds. It leads us to find purpose and worth, creativity and progression. It opens our hearts to opportunity, and hopefully, pushes our ears to ignore the small voice prompting us to, “Sit down. Stay quiet. Walk straight.”
Desperately, I want to be a writer who is able to shut out the “voice” telling so many humans they can’t, or they won’t, or they don’t matter. I want to be a part of a community and a group of people who believe in the power of words and the magnitude of change they can construct. A people urging our society to speak up.
The universe, in all of its glory and vastness, needs more people willing to do so. I figure it’s time to answer the call.