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I'm not a fake person
I'm not a
fake person. I never have been. And I've always despised fake people, or the
thought of being fake. Faking smiles, faking laughter, pretending to be or to
feel or to think any other way than the way you really are.
It isn't
me, and it never has been.
I can
think of a million things I'd rather be doing than having to pretend to be
anything other than what or who I am for the sake of anything. Most especially
for the sake of appearance or acceptance.
We
shouldn't have to be fake. We shouldn't have to pretend. But we do. Because we
feel we have to. We live in a world full of beauty magazines and makeup and
plastic surgery, of diet pills and bulk up powders and drugs, where we're
judged on an almost constant basis by how we look, how we dress, who we're seen
with, who we're sleeping with, our politics, our religion. We are judged on
anything and everything about our lives from the moment we're born until we
breathe our last.
So we
fake. We smile. We laugh. We pretend. And we judge ourselves by unattainable
goals and ideals of perfection, and we put fake images on pedestals to give
ourselves images to strive for.
And even
the ones we dream of becoming are not all that they seem.
And as
the years pass, younger and younger people in our society are becoming caught
up in our obsession with perfection, and the unattainable, and they're killing
themselves trying to become something to be fawned over, something to be
admired, because they mistakenly believe that they're not already there, and
that they always were.
We're
born, we smile, we laugh, we pretend. We open our eyes to the world only to
close them against what offends our senses or what we believe to be
unattractive by our cosmetic and scale-judging standards because it's easier
than facing the truth about what we're becoming, and what we allow to continue.
So we
fake.
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Writing should never be "Safe"
Writing
should never be "safe". It's not meant to be. It doesn't have to be
perfect, cookie-cutter. It's meant to break the rules, to elicit emotions.
To change
someone else's viewpoint, to open their eyes, to reach out through that page as
a writer and to grab the attention and the heart of your reader, it can never
be anything less, or you risk something vital being lost in the translation
that happens between the person who first dreamed up the writing, then
translated it from what they saw in their head onto paper (or computer), and
the interpretation of the reader when they read it.
And
that's of course, not taking into account those of us who have to go through
editing, publishing, republishing before the work gets out to whomever you
choose to share it with.
It all
begins with a thought, an idea-- a flash in the dark that catches the writer's
attention and holds it for a second.
That
second is all it takes to spark an idea in our minds, and suddenly, worlds are
born, heroes are born, grow up, go to battle, marry, have children, and die old
men and women.
And it
all happens in the flash of a second.
Each and
every story you write shines a spotlight on the characters that inhabit your
mental stage-- whether they're human, cyborg, robot, hybrids, aliens, animals,
rocks with wings that fart rainbow-colored sparkles.
The point
is, for a moment, you're shining a spotlight on something, on someone. When
you're writing a story, poem, song, making a painting, a sculpture, taking a
photograph--
You found
something that caught your attention long enough for you to want to draw someone
else's attention to it, so that you can turn around and share in that moment,
and that subject matter with someone else in turn, so you pour your heart and
soul into your craft, putting in time and effort and work-- sweating, bleeding,
creating-- and all the while feeling this underlying need to share your work
with others.
For a
moment, when it's seen, read, viewed, listened to, you're sharing that moment in
time with another human being, and whether they're standing in the room with
you and you can see the expression on their face, or whether they're half a
world away, seeing your work on the television, hearing it on the radio, seeing
it on the computer or in a magazine, in a book-- they are sharing that moment
with you.
And it
all began with that spark of inspiration that ignited a spark of creation in
your brain.
It began
in excitement and epiphany and panic as you ran headlong to find paper, to find
drawing tools, a camera, your laptop-- whatever tools you use to create
whatever form of expression you use to express how you feel.
It began
with feeling. And no matter how many filters and layers and edits it goes
through, it should never become anything less.
I didn't blow off posting today... let me tell you about my day...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cF4-Rex92sE
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