As far back as I can remember, the moment I was old enough to create stories and imagine-up worlds in my mind – I hit the ground running.
I would feverishly write stories full of adventure, of daring fights, of deeply-wounded friendships or ironic allies. Of deep and complicated love, of the types of fleeting moments that can only be experienced once in a lifetime. Of those kinds of moments full of an energy-force indescribable in our human speech.
There’s an ebb and flow to writing that has a sort of “give-and-take” respect you have to honor for the craft of writing. Thanks to writing over the years, it’s given me a whole new perspective of all sorts of different life experiences that I would not have gained otherwise. Not even through living my own life could I have acquired most of the knowledge I’ve worked hard to obtain.
For the first time, I was able to see through the lens of other people. This experience helped me see life through the lenses of men, women, and children who secretly felt overwhelmed by society and of living up to the expectations of others.
To honestly know their thoughts, their emotions, and their motives. It was quite possibly one of the scariest skills I acquired from writing. It was as though I was living through the scope of another person’s soul.
Once I accepted no turning back from this lifestyle, I started my journey arduously up this path. Little did I truly know, I would never again be able to control my own life. From this experience as a writer, I would understand what it meant to be a willing servant to the beautiful and mythical craft of writing. All of these truths and realities scared me like no other universal fact in life.
But oh boy, has the journey of a writer been one which has rewarded me with pieces of knowledge more precious than any dollar value could ever hold against it.
Just as much as it’s cursed me, being a writer has also given me the very privilege of seeing the world in its proper form. To see the beauty and horror of our existential dilemmas caused by a mixture of society’s constraints and our never-ending personal journey to maintain peace and equilibrium.
As I pause in this realism post, I think it’s essential to stop for a moment and be reminded by one fundamental truth that we may sometimes overlook.
Which is: “Be careful what you wish for.”
Suppose you understand the powerful weight and depth of these words. In that case, you will know that what you manifest in your own personal and private life will have unseen rippling effects even after your death comes. So you may realize to some extent; the actions of your words, the actions of your efforts, all hold a weight unseen by our human eyes.
But in some way, that’s the beauty of life.
This is what makes the life of a writer such a rollercoaster. We have no absolute control of what our lives will invariably become in the end. But we do have control over how we want to experience life and the legacy we want to leave behind. This is, without a doubt, one of the most potent truths to life.
You see, to be a writer not only means to be a weaver of stories, but moreover, it means to be human at its most core meanings and realities.
You must understand that you will become responsible, either directly or indirectly, for how some people live their lives. But if you take the time to truly understand those closest to you, and even those whom you work closest with, then you’ll begin to understand who they are as people.
You will invariably come to one of two conclusions. You will either like who you see or realize that some of these people are just so starkly different from yourself that you can’t stand being around them.
There are so many other things I wish to delve deeper into, but for today, I think I will end the post here.
If there’s anything I wish for you to take away from this post; it’s this:
Remember to always forgive yourself and others after you’ve had time to grieve. You are not responsible for the actions of others, and believe it or not, there are times in your life where you are not even in control of your own actions. We all live by the standards of others, after all. So we must be mindful of our lives and the others around us and realize that some things in life just can’t be changed.
Forever in Your Debt,
Leon R.M. Auguste