To Write Is To Feel (Deeply)

To feel is to write (maybe)

Photo by Daria Kraplak on Unsplash

It was 10:53 PM and the only light visible from my window was that of the fading moon and the blinking streetlight. It was quiet, which is usually the case at night.

I just had my dinner and while I was standing in front of my library I looked at the number of books I had collected over the years. There was Ocean Vuong, Richard Siken, Agatha Christie, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Albert Camus, Ali Hazelwood and many more. It was like a mirror to who I have become over the years.

And while I was just about to pick a random book and sit down with my coffee I realised why I write — and why many people can’t; maybe because

to write is to feel

Over the past year, we all have seen the future become a reality. I mean who would have thought you could give a prompt to the computer and have them give you the answer? You can tell them to fix some paragraphs, add more details — you can ask this machine to do all your dirty tiring work and viola. Dust your hands, and the task is done.

As much as I agree with most of these things, I can’t fathom it, but I wonder if I am the only one who misses the struggle. I can’t help but imagine — if it’s really productive or just mind-numbing.

to write is to wonder