Sun, Aug 16th, 12:47am, 2015, SummerA Story by Kayla-Vi HopkinsFirst scrap of many , of my late night thoughts being typed and expressed.I used to think being a good writer was to be able to explain your views on any topic through complicated and intricate English. That the words your audience read or heard was moving, in a way they only understood bits and pieces as your large vocabulary made you look more experienced. What crap. I was never one for diaries or handwritten notes, even though I tried. Having those almost seemed like a chore, I never knew what to say. 20 years down the line, perhaps I would have found those things and felt some nostalgia. Maybe, even some grief of the life I was living the day it was written. I realized, I didn’t want to write for myself. I did, for the passion of being good at something that made my heart beat stable and my mind wonder into the dark corners of my thoughts that I don’t know how to express verbally. I realized that being a good writer is based on perspective. The perspective of yourself, your audience, and the environment around you. Putting your thoughts on paper is not always an easy task, but it is for me. It’s one of the only things I feel I’m good at. Words can move people, give them hope, change them. Language is one of the most beautiful things the human race has to offer, so why not embrace it? Let your mind wander in any shape or form, it could change something for the better. The risk is worth it. © 2015 Kayla-Vi HopkinsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 16, 2015 Last Updated on August 16, 2015 Tags: ranting, expression, freedom, hope, experience AuthorKayla-Vi HopkinsKamloops, BC, CanadaAboutYoung writer expressing thoughts through the beautiful art of literature. more..Writing
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