It's Better Than Therapy

By Kristian Buckner | Nov 12, 2012

Words. Strung together in a pattern. Sometimes a symphony, sometimes a screech.

Why do people write?

Perhaps that's not the question at all, people write for escape. People write for emotional fulfillment, and to release burden. The real question is: Why don't some people write?

I was sitting at my small desk, in my small, colorful chair. I was wearing glasses, which were probably sliding down. I probably had something unfashionable, but probably matching, too matching, on. And I had a pencil that seemed over sized, placed oddly in my left hand, staring down at a blank piece of lined paper. It's not that when I was a kid that I didn't like to read stories, or create them for that matter, I loved to. I read more than an average kid of that age. But ever since kindergarten we are taught to write compositions. Not to be creative, but to learn grammar. I hated that. I hated writing things down, because I always got a blister on my ring finger and I always got awful hand cramps. They teach you to write these things, yet, no one ever teaches you the value of writing. The release of emotion. The power in creating your own world, building your own escape.

I look back an realize that I probably wouldn't have told myself numerous times that I despised writing, and if I never had to write a single thing down again, well, that would be OK. I was very creative. I loved hearing stories, reading about different worlds, and losing myself in them. I realized the importance of a good book early on when my sister taught me to read. I understood that sometimes the world wasn't perfect, you wouldn't always get your way, you wouldn't always be happy. I appreciated that greatly. But no one ever taught me that I could do that myself. I think that most people can understand where I'm coming from when I say that. Yet, that dislike for writing follows many people through the rest of their school career. The hatred for English papers and research projects are not uncommon. Perhaps these people will never learn the importance of writing.

It was a few years ago when my sister taught me another valuable life lesson, the importance of writing. It began an experiment, which turned into a hobby, which evolved into a passion. I began writing every day, once I had gotten the hang of it it wasn't just a "want to" but a "need to." It was something that I found helped me more than anything else, letting my fingers go, the words write themselves, and then when I was done, looking up to see what was there. Figuring out what I was feeling, figuring out what those feelings meant, and then figuring out how to cope with them, which turned me back to writing more. It allowed me to understand who I was, and what I liked, and what I thought, about everything.

That's when I began, and I think that the beauty in being able to create something, even if you never share it with anyone in this world, you can have it, and it's new, and it's yours. I don't know how I couldn't advocate this.

There are so many forms of writing, and it doesn't have to be perfect when you do write it. (Unless it's an English paper.) All that matters is allowing yourself to just sit and allow your heart to open and the words to pour out, and see if something wonderful can come of it. Besides, it's cheaper than therapy and anyone can do it. Now, I'm not saying that everyone will have a talent in creating, but everyone can take the time to discover themselves in their own thoughts, and that's a marvel in itself.

So why not write? May it be a personal journal, poetry, or a blog. Delve yourself into your thoughts and find what may come out. It could be something amazing.




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