What were we really meant to be or do in life?
Many people know the answer immediately, for others it takes time. Someone once said, “it will come about when you have tried everything.” But who has the time or inclination to try everything?
I’ve always loved to read. Dabbed in writing from a young age, and wrote an essay on Mihai Eminescu, Romania’s most famous poet, in high school, which the teacher singled out and praised.
Writing gives me joy. So does reading, especially when it involves books where the author reaches deep in her heart, finds the most painful or most wonderful memory and slams it right on the page, in a literary sense, for everyone to read, learn from, and analyze. I find that a unique ability — a gift — to connect from a distance on a very intimate level.
My husband, if left to his own devices, can sit with his guitar and amplifiers, turning knobs and playing all day long.
Neither one of us does this — writing or music — professionally. And sometimes that makes me wonder. Would I still love writing, and he music, as much if it had to be done for a paycheck? No way to know. Yet.
Perhaps it doesn’t really matter. Perhaps the journey is the best part before arriving at our destination.
Since I often talk about writing on this blog, I’d like to share the writing community I belong to HERE. It’s called the Internet Writing Workshop.
Writers post their works on various IWW lists (chapters, stories, fiction and non-fiction) and receive feedback while offering the same to others. For those who don’t want to critique, we have the Writing List where members discuss all writing/reading aspects.
What about you? Are you doing what you were meant to do in life?
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