How Will You Define Writing to a 6 year-old Kid?
‘Is it really something that pays the bill or bolts you to fame?
Writing Prompt 2
“If you can’t distill things to a six year-old kid, then you really don’t know it.” — Einstein
I’ve been writing a lot lately [at least I’m confident of saying this, since it’s my school break] — poems, trying to save my unfinished novels, and just countless of proses. It isn’t that I’m paid for any writings yet, and I haven’t tried to have earn any penny but it feels a lot stronger to write these days, for the sake of ‘just writing’ a.k.a for the love of writing.
Has anyone feels this way?
Although I am aware that, writers here primarily earn for their writings and they sure are professional and passionate about it; for a novice like me, who’s only up all night reading and writing reviews about my reads, listing writing prompts and attempting to make a poetry chapbook for over a year now— for a neophyte like me who’s trying to advance in this interweb blogging and socializing with the numerous pros here, it exactly feels pouring passion for the ultimate reason of learning the craft and optimistically wasting myself at the same time in this aesthetic value of ‘just writing’. My 6-year old niece, who witnessed my habit of almost 8 hours a day on-duty with myself on the screen, one time asked me a question. It’s the question that will forever remind me of how I treated writing and how will I still treat it for the years to come.
“For you what is writing, that it made you face your laptop all day, this long?”
Well, I was paused and my thought process was halted. Minutes later, I began rambling with my definitions of what exactly for me is writing. Here are what I said:
1. Writing is magical.
This may sound too conventional and cliché but, I will always consider writing as the means of seeing the beauty of life and of the world. Hypothetically, if I would be asked what kind of writer I wanted to become, I definitely would answer about the kind that could write something capable of exposing some magic to the readers. I do not entirely mean the proficiency in writing fictions, but I meant unfolding the reality of life. Well, isn’t this just a serious answer for a 6 year-old kid? Hence, I answered her, “I write to produce compelling stories.” Although I’m still on the process of truly knowing how much compelling is required to exactly tell that a story is truly compelling.
2. To write is to express.
I knew it in myself how poetry has saved me particularly during the pandemic. Writing poems has become my safe haven, I might have no readers from the start, neither I need recognition when I decided I’d stick with writing poetries later in life. My medium bio goes, “stories have to be told, or else they die.” I asserted to my little niece back when she asked me, that writing isn’t an act that needs other else’s permission. Stories never stop, so as writing because if ever the world loses passionate and authentic ones, I don’t imagine we’ll ever survive our years for a lifetime of stagnancy.
I solely believe stories and writing carry us forward. This is the kind of wonder I believe what writing is in my life.
3. We’re hard-wired beings to what we are passionate about.
After expressing how writing has carry an aesthetic and functional values in my life throughout, I told her that writing has been my passion all along. I remember back when I was ten, I’d wrote countless of my own version of folklores after reading and having discussed myths and urban legends in the class until joining journalism school competitions had become a habit to exploring blogging lately.
Would you believe passion can carry us all through?
I got to leave these all with the quote. I believe writing is a comfort, and not only it, but more importantly, a disturbing zone. It is not only for the people who are unsure of themselves, but for those who are confident — for those who are hesitant and failing yet, enduring and passionate at the same time. Lastly, writing isn’t only for those who are troubled expressing themselves but also for those who are overstimulated with thoughts that they got no option but to write — they just wanted to, till death do us part.
