![]() Journal Entry 3------Why I WriteA Story by Riley Bray![]() There's a lot more to my answer than most would think.![]()
Why do we write? Its a question asked by many a person often, and the answer is always, "because I like it," or, "because its an emotional release." That's true, I suppose, for some people, but that answer is far from good enough for me.
I write because I know this entire world, my entire existence on this planet will be all for naught if I don't dream. If you look at my poetry and stories, you'll realize much of it isn't about myself, that I submerge myself instead into fantasy so that I may trick myself into thinking this world brings something other than nothing. I hone my skills not for the fun of it, but because I want to be published and accomplished so that I wont be remembered solely by my familiars. I don't want to die known by only the people I come in contact with, who will forget me eventually as generation after generation is born. I write so that I can lie to myself, and hope there are things I cant comprehend out there somewhere, because if I don't, I think of myself in the social standings of this world and realize I'm just another person populating this planet. Sitting there and reading the Percy Jackson series, The Alchemist series, watching Dr.Who and anime's, it makes me dream, but it also makes me hate endings. The endings of lives in a movie, of books in a series, in pages in a story, it makes me sad to know one of my dreams has ended. I can barely stand it. That's why, when you read my stories, my books, you'll see I don't give endings, not really. I kill off all the unimportant characters and leave the main one in solitude, as my way of keeping that character near me forever while also making him or her feel the way I want to feel, mourning for the loss of an adventure, not the lack of one. No matter the comments you say to try and uplift me, I feel that's its true, I have my whole life. I want to die, and wake up in a dream, so that I no longer have to close my eyes every night as I lay in my bed, and forcibly place myself into a plot in something I've been watching or reading...I want my own story. I think we all do, whether or not we admit it. I feel I speak this in the voice of many of you, I just said it in the way most haven't. I truly desire a change in this life of ours, though there are to many impossibilities and restrictions we set upon ourselves, and I, for one, know I am nothing special. I won't make a difference in life. Its merely a fact I'll have to carry throughout this terrible dream. This world, its so lackluster, dull, gray, wordless, useless...dreamless....And that's why I write.
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Added on May 5, 2013Last Updated on July 1, 2013 Author![]() Riley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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