Does anyone else ever get the feeling where they are on the edge and it stinks to stay there but you don't want to go back, but your too scared to go forward? Or when you're writing/reading and all sounds and thoughts go away and you're slowly escaping reality and right before you are peacefully gone someone/something pulls you make to face the facts, and that you can't hide in the story forever? I read to escape, I write to experience; I wish I could do it in real life but I'm afraid of what my family might say, I'm expected to do so much and it's so stressful but what if they don't support my favorite past time? I'll run, play soccer & basketball–just let me write! Let me enter competitions and share my thoughts without any harassment or lecture. I got third in the county for the first competition I entered, you didn't even want me to enter the story. I'm sorry if you are afraid that it's true but every artist, no matter their art, puts part of themselves in their art. I'm sorry for this rant-thing but it feels good to say.
I understand you completely, I know I'm sitting at a computer all day but let me write. Kinda like when I sleep I have really vivid dreams, and I always feel like I'm finally apart of some awesome story where I matter but then my mom or siblings wake me up. It's always when I'm right there on the edge of fully becoming apart of another story too. I feel you with the sports thing too, yes I'll play basketball and kick a ball around out back but sorry if my hearts not in it because I'd rather be writing.
I feel like one day what I say will be more than just words on a screen and nobody else around me has any faith. One day, it will matter. One day, when I get out of this town and the way the world beats me down doesn't step to my confidence anymore- one day soon- all of this is going to be worth it.
I hope one day i can make a difference or share any message…
:) glad to know other people are aware
I also read and write to escape, but I realized that it wasn't really a healthy thing… at least for me and the way I was doing it.
I was moving around from state to state for more than a year last year. Before that, I had ONLY lived in one town, so leaving all of my childhood friends was hard. I've moved back to that basic area, but it isn't the same amd it's further away. That whole year of moving pushed me into my reading and writing and watching so much that I neglected real life, even my family.
I feel like while stories are awesome–movies and TV shows and books–we shouldn't be getting our main enjoyment from it. We read about characters who live their lives, sometimes they do amazing and exciting things, and we get a sort of second-hand experience with them. But I asked myself, wouldn't I rather be out there living like that? It's a little harder when you're still living with your parents, but you can still walk out your front door. And soon you'll get an opportunity to make a life for yourself when you become an adult. I started keeping up with friends and family from all over, shooting them emails and texts and sometimes letters. Not all of them respond, but that's okay. I started hanging out with my siblings more, playing with my little brothers and talking with my sisters and helping my mom with cleaning and cooking. I'm still working on living life to the fullest amd getting out of my bed (:P), but in the end, I want my life to be fulfilling enough that I could write a book about it. And it doesn't have to be that exciting.
Sorry for that rant XD
Nah dood @Masterkey that was a good rant. I feel ya
