Writing has been a part of my life for years. I went to college to become a better writer, and whether or not that goal was ever reached remains a mystery. The only hope I can place is that all the tuition, time, and energy spent reading and writing was worth the effort. Though at some points in the past few years, my life and writing have walked different paths. The things that affect me at work or at home tend to make the stories I write harder to put down on paper.
The passion to write is not a passing fancy for me. It’s a thrilling and often exhilarating experience; but, that’s not always true. Sometimes being passionate about writing doesn’t necessarily mean the act is void of lackluster. It takes a unique person to appreciate the importance behind being a writer. As we see words, we want to craft them into something new. Take Shakespeare, for example. Though he had an entire language to utilize, a lot of the words that we see in his plays and sonnets are uniquely crafted to serve his writing. He crafted the language to do what he needed it to do, which was to tell a story.
When writers try to strike it big for fame alone, it takes the life out of their words. And while it may appeal to the masses, what else has been sacrificed in the process to reach that goal? Writing purely for the love of the craft is a notion that is starting to be forgotten. What do your words mean? Are they yours, or someone else’s? Losing sight of why you write is a trap that the world can easily help you fall into. We need to strive for the love of what we are doing, rather than the means.
“Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.” 1 John 2:15