(Yes, my title is grammatically incorrect. But it so perfectly captures the essence of this post, that quite frankly, I don’t give a damn.)
Writing ain’t for the weak-hearted. Baring your soul, one consonant at a time, isn’t for the lame, nor the fearful, nor the proud. Tapping your trials, your tears, your triumphs, one key at a time, ain’t for perfectionists, prima donnas or princesses. Naw, this writing and revealing and purging is for wildflowers, dandelions and tumbleweeds, who persevere through mistakes, roll past disappointment, spring past concrete and bloom in the darkest places. These imperfect, sensitive and sage souls refuse to crumble under expectation and rebuke the weight of the world. They cry, they scream, their hearts break, over and over, and they give up. Only, they try again. They type feverishly, their words are their redemption. And if even one person reads it, and gets it, and is comforted, well, their purpose is fulfilled.
Because writing ain’t for the weak-hearted. Not when real life shatters you, scolds you, disappoints you, yet your words bring light and your stories bring truths. You overcome, one vowel at a time.
Here’s to YOU, the strong-hearted. You know who you are.