#356: Writing is the language of the soul.

When I write, then it can be spontaneous, because there is a topic that concerns me right now, right now, and I want to express my thoughts. But when I write, then it can also be specifically and intentionally dedicated to a topic, that I have to write, should, can or wants to.

The last free writing had the content of the given scripts in the Sing-a-long Rocky Horror Pictrue Show. The last piece of writing required was my son's worksheet, which had to be uploaded via Moodle today. Do I have a bad conscience about that?? No, why should I, I can solve it quickly and easily. My son doesn't want to solve it quickly and certainly not easily, and that even though the topic is not challenging for him. He also released it to me, yes, everything fits. So why should we both torture ourselves with something?, where there is something more meaningful. Which makes more sense? That he is reading a book, meet up with friends and have fun. But that's probably not always the point, when we talk about writing as work.

It's about writing, and sometimes I write just for the sake of writing. I find that particularly exciting, So I have a personal blog for which I unfortunately haven't had much time over the last year, before that, various works by people with poor writing skills and before that my diaries. Diaries are cruel, especially the early days of each page. Each of these individual pages had a different boy's name with heart-shaped pen lines - some multiple and some just single lines - some with arrows and some with no arrows. I still remember today, who these guys were. Particularly, because I always have them with appropriate features such as rockabilly hairstyle, Turtleneck blue/Burgtheater or sat at the back of the bus. I wonder sometimes, whether today's 14 year olds do the same? Or whether SnapChat, TikTok and Co converts everything into images and short terms. I can still do it today, when I think about it, who I wrote about, understand these feelings, the butterflies, because β€œHE” looked at me. Are these feelings about staging the content with the most well-considered words - in the best case - POV: imagine him standing in front of you – similar? Become yourself in 30 can still remember it years ago, or are they so fleeting, like the flames, that the users share?

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