You Are What You Write

Rohitanshu Kar
Jul 10, 2017 · 2 min read
Credit(s): MI Wallpapers

Francis Bacon (English philosopher, statesman, scientist, jurist, orator, and author) once said, “ Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.” Even though the written word has an immense power, many people take it for granted. Many people undermine the power of writing because they believe that it goes unread.

I love to read, and moreover, I love to write. I love to be able to express the thoughts that constantly run through my mind. I find the exercise of writing to be meaningful, stimulating and therapeutic. I believe that the question Why I Write? has been best answered by Flannery O’Connor (American writer and essayist), “because I don’t know what I think until it’s written.” Anyhow, the real reason and the motivation behind my love for writing has been lost behind the numerous pages I have scribbled upon.

Every piece of writing is a piece of yourself, expressed beautifully. You can never recall those brilliant thoughts or those vivid dreams. Writing is the storage bin for all those thoughts on my mind and the tip of my tongue. I know that this might sound a little over-dramatic, but writing truly is the necessary artifact of your existence.

I believe that my writings know the real me. The 2 AM myself. Those thoughts that I failed to articulate. Those scribbled papers contain more than just words; they contain unexplained emotions. Those squiggly words and the veiled sentences. Those pages contain the unimagined yet the comprehensible me. Asking me (or any writer, as a matter of fact) why I love writing is a bit like asking me why I enjoy strolling along the shoreline or why I love a cool breeze on a sunny day. I just…do.

The more I write, the more I see the story in everything. Every writer’s write-up defines him. The senseless scribbling and the unabashed writing simply reflects one’s emotional state. It is an expression one chooses to escape the sporadic whirlpools of anger, hatred and happiness inside.

I can bleed through my words and still no one would realise. I’d just chalk it off as a vivid dream or an existential commentary. I love writing because it’s mine. It will perpetually be my thoughts, my speculations and my emotions scribbled across those pages.

Reading is privilege. The ability to write, disentangling yourself and occasionally pull on someone’s heartstrings is a bigger privilege.

Rohitanshu Kar

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