I Write But Not Story.
When
I write, I write but not story. I write
my emotion. I feel calm, at peace. I
understand things before I didn’t pay attention. My words confess my feelings and inner
thoughts. There is this kind of magic in
the words I write. No – not only the
words I write but what I read too. That
magic is too powerful. It is able to
take me into a new different world. A
world with no end, no limitations, an endless and inevitable world, a world
where my life fantasies becomes a reality and my imagination is the only thing
holding me back, to the “real” world.
This is what literature is.
Literature makes me loose myself into their world. Their world of
reality till I forget about all the difficulties and impossibilities of the
world in which I live, the “real” world.
Literature is “driven” me by my imagination as much as it is by the
words I write or read. This is what
makes literature unique. Well, I enjoy theater and films too. But they are
different. They can of course show me a
different world, but the possibilities are limited to what they show on
stage. They captivate my vision and not
my imagination. They do not give me much
of an insight into the minds of the characters they display as literature
does.
What really overcomes death isn’t that
piece of literary work or the character in a film. Rather, it is the imagination created from
the words of a piece of literature. That
is why when I am in despair in the “real” world, I just take a sheet, and a pen
to write, just anything. The words of
the sheet create in my mind an imagination of a new different world where I
feel the whole “real” world with its adversities floats right pass me.
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