So I recently became quite consumed with the show Heroes. I found it on Netflix and figured what the heck you know? That show is freaking awesome! It got me thinking too. Like if you ever seen the show, there are people who have abilities to do various things and the ability to paint the future is one. When their power activates, they go into a serious trance and they let the image and creativity take over. It’s like everything around them ceases to exist and it’s only them and the canvas until it’s complete. Yea, that’s pretty much me when I write. Once I actually get into it I just cannot stop. It’s like I must get the words out, it’s imperative that I get the words out. Like the fate of the world depends on me to do so. Next thing I know, I have lost hrs in my day, but created something I can be proud of.
Of course, the world would still be safe if I didn’t finish, or even chose to ignore the urge entirely. But how selfish would that make me? I had written something more recently, and someone actually said that they felt so lost and on the verge of doing something they would totally regret until they read my poem. They finally didn’t feel alone and was actually able to look at their situation in a new light, because the words made them feel like someone understands and it is possible to overcome it. I have written in my page, “Why I Do What I Do“, that all I want to do is touch just one person with my words, to make a difference, help someone, and I totally feel I have. This has happened twice since I started my blog. I wasn’t expecting much. Just wanted a place to store my work that I can access from anywhere really. And then this happens. Now, I aspire to continue to reach out, make that difference. Just like in Heroes, I believe I been given a gift, and I chose to use it for good.
