Sunday, 29 April 2012
Today I was wondering: If I could do anything, what would I do? I have no idea what the answer is. Then I started thinking, if I could write anything, what would I write? I'm not sure what the answer is to that, but it's at least a question I'm intrigued by.
I suppose in some way, many ways, I can write anything I want. There's no physical limitations on my writing ability, and although some people seem to have more natural talent than others, there's no specific quality they have that makes them better writers. On the other hand, however, I sometimes read something so incredible and beautiful that I think to myself there is no way I could ever write something like that. Other times the works I read are so painstakingly researched and crafted that although I may have the skill to write them, I know I lack the drive and dedication. None of this answers the real question though. If I could write anything, what would I write?
Would I write poetry? Novels? Newspaper articles, blog posts, or opinion essays? Maybe I'd write nonfiction papers, letters, or history books. I think the greatest thing to write might be my own autobiography. If it was great, not only would my writing be excellent, but so would my life. I think it would be amazing to be able to let people see the world through my eyes. I'd love to know how others would react if they were made to see as I see, think as I think, and feel as I feel. Would it turn out that I'm as special as I sometimes think I am, or would the judgement of the masses reveal that I'm just another regular guy like everyone else?