Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Why Write?

Why not? Everyone has their own reason for writing. For me, it's a way to communicate when I can't find the right words, a way to get out thoughts and ideas when my head is too full and there's no one around to talk to. It's a way to connect with other people, to share ideas and thoughts and emotions while provoking the same in readers. Without writing, we'd still be sharing our stories through word of mouth, and as we said in class, we'd be isolated, less technologically advanced because everything would have to be talked about. Have you ever played "Whisper Down the Lane"? I think it would be something like that, where stories would eventually be expanded on and convoluted until they no longer resembled what they were originally about.
Some people want to be popular, some just want to be noticed, and there's thousands in between-- and they can all become that and more through their writing. Blog sites allow us to post our words where they can be seen by people around the world. Books, news articles, even a sticky note that falls to the ground can be read by someone and get your message across. A website exists where people can submit items they've found lying around in unexpected places, and the comments and responses to some of those items are amazing. Now, I'm not saying you should go out there and start throwing your trash around. What I'm saying is that as trivial as you think your grocery list is, someone else could see it, apply their own meaning to it, and it becomes significant. That's why we write, I believe. To communicate and share and get our points across-- before others read it and apply their own opinions, sparking discussions and responses. It continues the thread as though it was a long face-to-face conversation, except this way, anyone can join in.

1 comment:

Christine said...

Hey girl, true that!
I too, use writing as a vent, a method of releasing the pent-up information that rapidly and endlessly haunts my waking hours. Moreso, I become highly agitated when I need to record that information and there's no pen or paper in sight. I write music, poetry, stories and much more. Sometimes, it's difficult to slow the flow. Writing not only provides a hard copy of my creations for later perusal, but offers an outlet for my creative spirit. I couldn't imagine existing without this option. My survival depends on my ability to relate and share my experiences with others. Without writing, the beauty in the world becomes obsolete--especially when it cannot be permanently recorded. It dies within the eys of the beholder...