as a child, i hated reading.
words were my greatest enemies. they made me fall asleep. they made me forget them after my sleep and ignored me as i tried again. i tried and tried, but nothing worked. words were not pretty to me then. reading was not in my list of hobbies. storybooks did not attract me. i was attracted to picture-books and comics like a moth to light. i fell into a pit of passion i never knew i never wanted to get out of. all was wonderful. even now, i still love to read comics and fall carelessly into familiar and unknown worlds of different dimensions.
but books.
they found me once again, and somehow, words look different to me now.
they stood out. they jumped. they were running towards me and away from me. reading books still makes me sleepy, but now i am ready to explore within mazes of words--new and old. from the simplest words to the most complex that made my head hurt and spun, my eyes would not stop, and my mind would not slow down. my eyes tire but my heart beats a little bit faster and my blood boils in excitement. words, they begin to form not just stories, but emotions, pictures in my head, senses. words became so real to me, and they began to make up a very large part of my heart and soul.
it was either words or art. or both.
today, i love writing things for people. my words may not look the best or mean the best, but i love writing to people. and most of all, i love receiving writings from others. just a few simple words can keep me company for nights, weeks, months or years. from "i cherish you" to "kindness finds its way back to you" or even a prophecy that is so seemingly hard to believe : "you will become an evangelist". i may not remember every word said to me verbally, but if you write it to me, i will most likely keep it. writings on papers, scribbles of the most random things in your life--if you are willing to give it to me, i am willing to read it with all of my heart. sharing one's writing with someone else always means so much. it's a different form of secret language.
something only we can understand, comprehend. the exact meanings, or not.
so thank you, people who has written me stuff. whether it be in digital or traditional mediums, i appreciate it all. one way or another, your words have impacted me. i hope i have done the same to you as well, in a good way. keep the inspiration coming. i'm still looking forward to all your notes and letters. (:
p/s: it feels a little bit lonely sometimes, when i feel like the only one writing to people. so it feels super awesome to receive writings from people.
p/p/s: same goes to drawing for people. haha.
1 comment:
"sharing one's writing with someone else always means so much." aaahhh, totally. there's nothing so special as when you know someone took time out of their day to write you a little something special. not done as often now, though sometimes it pops up in different ways (like blogs and fb). but it's always cool. and LETTERS. gaah i love letters. why don't more ppl do that anymore anyway?
anyways, i'm glad you found the love of words. they can become very real in their powerful way.
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