I was talking with a friend this evening, and she said something that many people have said, but again it astounded me. She told me that she loved my writing. That my writing was deep. That it was amazing. That it had life to it. Whenever I hear this, my first reaction is always, “Are you crazy?!” And it’s not one of those, “Oh, woe is my, my writing is terrible, pity me, woe is me” type things. I just get some extreme reactions to me writing, and it astounds me.
So, I want to let everyone in on a little secret. This is a secret to my writing, this is a secret to my style, and this is a secret to me.
My writing comes from reality. It comes from the world around me. It comes from my experiences. It is not something mystical. It is not something magical. It is not something that just happened. I was also asked today, by someone else, “Where do your rants come from?”
They come from what happens. I live each day, and each day I see things which should not be. For a very long time, I had been very depressed. I lived in a world that was wrong, and I didn’t know why. I was sad and lonely, because I couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. I couldn’t find anyone to share my thoughts with… if I even had thoughts about it. It was a very trying time.
But, I came more and more to understand what was wrong. I also began to understand my own beliefs and values. The world, as messed up as it was, started to become clear. And the answers became simple. The world is not messed up. People are not messed up. And the problems can be fixed.
Eventually, I also created this website. I wanted to share my beliefs, because I understood how alone I felt. I wanted to bring together different people with different ideas. I wanted to share, grow, teach, and learn.
I wanted to reach you. And hopefully I’ve done some good.