"Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." -Sylvia Plath
The art of writing fascinates me. It is like opening a vein in your soul and pouring its contents out into a medium that is viewed by the world. It is such a personal thing that it seems almost privileged clearance to be able to read what is in people's minds and hearts. I get my love of writing and OCD personality from my mother and my analytical way of thinking from my father. A mixture that has come together to make the most dangerous and ephemeral results. There are many words used to describe me. I can not be succintly summed up in just one little word. And you know what? I like it that way. I don't want my entire personality, life, and world to be able to be summed up in just one little word. We live to love, to be loved, and to be remembered.
Music and writing are the cheapest forms of therapy. I find I get so many of my emotions voiced from the lyrics and music of others. Nothing expresses your most inner thoughts and emotions like music. It is essentially it's own language.
Recently a friend of mine died at just 26 years old. I was talking to some mutual friends of ours and we discussed that it's not the actual act of dying that scares us...it is the permanency of death. The fact that once you do it...that's it. You're gone. There is no more and you don't know what you're missing out on. Everyone wants to make sure they leave a lasting impression...a legacy. We want to know that our eulogies and epitaphs are not only remembered but also inspiring...
