Feeling of Writing – How Writing Can Kill Your Ego

Real Writing is not merely scribbling some crap in your journal and saying how great you are as a person or telling some random things that are kind of obvious to others.

It’s not about punching some random words just to shoot that 3-page report about famous men who wasted dedicated their lives dealing with nature. It’s not even close. You might think that the definition is still relevant since we are forced by others to write some s*** in our school works just for us to pass on our subjects. It’s not writing at all. It’s like a teenager being forced to make out with a bunch of bears just to share that intimate pleasure.

Writing is a form of pleasure. And you don’t force yourself to give pleasure to others if you don’t really want to.

We all have our own definition of writing. We have our own style that takes part on this definition. Others have already established their DNA with it. The readers can actually tell the author just by looking at the style on how it is written.

What’s my definition of writing?

For me, writing is about being brave enough to surrender yourself to the world by using words that can shoot your heart and soul. To write a genuine composition, a writer should add the chemical “emotion” which can make the readers REACT and relate to you as a person. Without it, it’s like reading a science research or report.

Being a toddler in this form of art, I can say that it’s still hard for me to put my heart on my works.

It’s very hard to let the people know your real meaning. I’m abashed especially when others read my emotions through my works. It’s like a little girl sharing her feelings to her friends or in this situation, to the public. I always have regrets of posting such things on the net. (Especially that man is not good in sharing their emotions.)I keep on asking myself why on Earth I let the others read my weaknesses. And why I even tried to shoot my heart! But the efforts are paid off when someone appreciates your work.

I remembered my two English teachers who always encourage me to write. Even if they only asked for two pages, I gave them 4. It was my way of having my revenge but it didn’t work. And during that time, I really hate it when my work is the same as the others. I made mine untraditional and spontaneous. It paid off.

And at this moment, writing is always killing my ego. It’s not about the criticisms or anything. Some of the people even deleted me in their blog rolls but I don’t blame them. It’s just there are too many arrows pierced in my heart… and I’m still finding the right remedy. It sucks when you know your problem but you still don’t know the solutions. Lastly… it’s actually my 1^st anniversary. (as if someone cares hehehe)

By finding your weakness, you can gain your strength.