the word was god
the place that used to house my fear & anxiety has a new resident. my past would reveal a kid whose disdain for reading was only exceeded in his hatred for writing. don't get me wrong, i was always a decent student, i was just more analytically driven & preferred the company of #'s & equations to those of the words & phrases, regardless if i wrote them or not.
needless to say, the blank page was not my friend, especially when it was up to me to fill it w/what i considered to be some mindless dribble. elaboration was foreign to me as i can recall stares as blank as the page in front of me coming from my face. what's the point of story, when i can bullet point the underlying theme & be done & on to the next thing?
formulaic expression through the written word proves as homogeneous as oil & water. the same goes for a life structured this way as well. inherent truth shines through all phases of existence i suppose.
learning to embrace my weaknesses has truly been a life altering experience. i've grown into a reader that longs to express himself through writing in hopes of connection. i've been blessed in this venture so far & look forward to what lies ahead.
i readily embrace the blank page that is '06. regardless of what it holds, the words that comprise the story are the point. i realize now the process of journey in light of the overall destination.
joy & great expectation now live in the blank page. opportunity is mine for the taking. this is only because of a faith that subversively runs through every letter of every word & points to a defining of my very being.
my life is not my own. i live to illuminate a death to self. i live to experience the words that fill my page and allow others to if they would.
needless to say, the blank page was not my friend, especially when it was up to me to fill it w/what i considered to be some mindless dribble. elaboration was foreign to me as i can recall stares as blank as the page in front of me coming from my face. what's the point of story, when i can bullet point the underlying theme & be done & on to the next thing?
formulaic expression through the written word proves as homogeneous as oil & water. the same goes for a life structured this way as well. inherent truth shines through all phases of existence i suppose.
learning to embrace my weaknesses has truly been a life altering experience. i've grown into a reader that longs to express himself through writing in hopes of connection. i've been blessed in this venture so far & look forward to what lies ahead.
i readily embrace the blank page that is '06. regardless of what it holds, the words that comprise the story are the point. i realize now the process of journey in light of the overall destination.
joy & great expectation now live in the blank page. opportunity is mine for the taking. this is only because of a faith that subversively runs through every letter of every word & points to a defining of my very being.
my life is not my own. i live to illuminate a death to self. i live to experience the words that fill my page and allow others to if they would.
the word was god...
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