Over the course of the weekend, I experienced a lot of strange emotional activity from those I know. It’s strange to me when people try to intentionally hurt each other. The strange thing about love is it brings people together in a magnificent tapestry. However, when we don’t treat each other’s hearts in a kind manner, we can greatly destroy each other.
As I was contemplating this during the weekend, I wondered why it bugged me so much. Those who had hurt each other so deeply seemed not to care. I seemed to care more than they did, and this worried me.
However, it made me realize one of the beauties of being a writer, regardless of publication or not. Being a writer allows us to learn and gauge how people will react in certain situations. What will this character, who has this long history and past, do in a certain situation like this? We develop and predict the moral code and emotional threshold of people, and characters, through writing.
This is the beauty of finishing a manuscript, even if no one reads it. You have delved into your psyche and tried to relate to people in a way that a majority of humans don’t, or even try. There are so many people on the planet who are uninterested in the feelings and thoughts of others, and because of that, they lose out on the whole experience.
So thank you to all you writers out there. Thank you for reaching out into the universe and trying to experience and feel something other than yourselves. This earth needs us. Even if our manuscripts lie on our shelves unread for centuries, at least we made that attempt to connect a little closer to earth than our human counterpart.
Congrats on being a writer! You make the earth a better place!!