Just Write.

For a long time I suppose you could say that I have lived waiting for the big moment of Revelation. Or the big moment of Profound Change. Or just some Big Moment.

Ha!

I am learning, albeit slowly, that this life is full of moments, and a lot of the time they seem small and really insignificant. Read: Easy To Miss.

And so while I live with one eye permanently on the horizon, I seem to miss the little things in my world that require full attention in order to be seen. I think one of the biggest effects of living Waiting is that you never feel like you or what you have is right, right now. What you have to put on offer seems lacking.

I have had people telling me to write for a long time – but the truth is, my words have always sounded hollow to me. So, I wrote this – mostly to remind myself, convince myself, tell myself: This is my realest life. Right Here, Right Now. And I have this one precious moment to grab it and wring every precious drop of joy and peace and pain and sorrow and high and low out of it. Its funny how pain and pleasure both have the capacity to show you how very alive you are. May we all fear living a numb, dead life more than fearing the pain this life holds.

Yes – it is chaotic and loud and noisy. But write, write anyway.

When your head is full and there are too many thoughts pushing and vying and demanding. Write. Write anyway.

When it all seems jumbled and messy. When it is not all clean cut, ordered, when the sense hasn’t been made yet. Write. Write anyway.

Open the book! The page begs for your ink. Write. Write anyway.

When you feel spent, empty, completely lacking in words. Write. Write anyway.

When the words are not your own. When another has spoken your pain, your heart, Write. Write anyway.

So – I find myself staring at a big shiny white screen, cursor blinking demandingly at me …. Writing anyway!

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