Reading smashedmotif's journal

Dear Journal,

Today marks a new day on which I will embark on a writing spree. It has long been my desire to write and thus, in order to accomplish this desire, I will write, starting now.

On Writing.

Writing as an expression may be equivalent to music as expression. Being one who has not learned how to play music or write music beyond a once-upon-a-time seven-month long piano class, I have spent my life yearning to express myself musically.

In the same sense as needing to express expression through music, I have also desired to be able to use writing as a means to express expression.

There was even a time in my life where I had a stockpile of old journals, four years worth, to be exact. The journals had writings that included stories, poems, babbles, dreams, etc. Whatever had come to my mind that I thought worthy of writing down, I did just that.

In the context of writing for expression, it has occured to me, previously and now, that though words are seemingly limited in expressing the intangible, that is emotions, words used well, using style, skillfully put to thought, may be able to express in a succinct and clear way. Thus, the wishes of the writer being realized.

On Expression.

Expression can not be merely seperate of our physical world, as we sense objects and what not through our five senses. In the case of sense, what of the perception our senses allow us to experience. Are we able to grasp the exterior world, internalize it, and then place it in "tangible" expression via words.

For example, restricting the elements grossly to water, earth, air, and fire, what is it about the elements that allows us to experience them and then write plainly, here, on NAO: We are able, if by the ocean, experience a wonderous ocean breeze filling up our lungs, relaxing us as cleansing, salty sea air rushes through our nostrils, the rising of our skin as the cooling spray of the oceans water washes through us, the light chill we fill when the wind gently brushes over our bodies, the warmth of the suns rays extending toward us, calming us to a nice state of reality.

On Time.

Time as a factor, in using writing as expression, may have a significant influence that could be viewed as positive or negative, depending on the way it is viewed. Or something.

Positively, time may be an aid to us, allowing us to develop a "sense" of what we wish to express in writing. Negatively, time may play against our need to express in writing in that, if what we wish to express is allowed to go too long without writing it down, our expression may eventually leave us.

Of course the desire will remain, but the inspiration of what to express in writing will have desolved and become a captive of the annuals of time and desire. Much like this exact post, in where I really, at least, am expressing that I really don't know what I am doing, even.

On Practicality.

Practically viewing the desire to use writing to express, a person can not wholly and entirely only write. There are the other matters of the conscious to attend to. That is, one would need to take time off to develop inspiration.

Desire alone may or may not be able to spur one to write expressively, but desire could play a part in initial ramblings, even if the words are of common everyday use. Take this journal post for an example. There is nothing special about it, no complicated words or terms are being used. It is just a simple post or an initial ramble, so to speak.

In the end, we have the desire to write, knowing it will always exist and we have expression that will continually develop, change, and be available for our conjuring when the time comes when we desire to write.

For now, I feel that I have made a headstart in obtaining a benevolent outcome in writing as a way of expressing expression.

To what end will it lead, this beginning embarked upon? For now, I feel enough about writing that I may have for this post, expressed enough.

自作自受

This post was edited by smashedmotif on Apr 18, 2007.