To be noticed, to be seen, to be heard.
How does the world hear us, notice us, see us?
How do you want to be heard, seen or noticed?
I have had writers block for the last week and a half. I have spent hours staring at a blank word document knowing I need to write, but still I have no clue as to what to write. The more I think about it-the worse it get.
Writing is how I make money and how I contribute to paying the bills around my house so writers block can have a big effect on life, especially when it lasts for more than a day or two. When I get writers block, it isn’t just writing that I have trouble doing, I have trouble cleaning, thinking, completing the tasks that I need to complete each and everyday. I currently have about 10 loads of laundry waiting to be washed, a sink of filled with dishes and no clean silverware left in the drawer. Today I am frustrated and am lost on what to do to snap my mind out of this valley it has taken a trip into.
For the first time in months I flipped on the television and put on a channel other than the Disney Channel, which is all I am ever able to watch with two small children. I attempt to take my mind off of the fact that I am having such a hard time getting a complete sentence onto paper. I flipped through channels and caught a preview to the upcoming season of Oprah. In the preview she says, (and I am paraphrasing not quoting) everyone wants the same thing-no matter how old we are, who we are or where we are. We all want the same thing which is to be noticed, to be heard, and to be seen. We all want to make a difference and for someone to experience something that we say, do, and even write during our lives. We want to make a difference, and we want to matter for something that we stand for or perhaps matter to someone else. We all want the same thing; we want to make a difference to be seen and to be heard.
Although that was about 20-30 seconds worth of a preview to Oprah's final season on air-it made me stop and think about my life and what I want to do with my life. I asked myself, if I died tomorrow would my life matter, and would the time I spent here on earth and as a part of society of made a difference to anyone or any cause? I hope so, but this I do not know.
How do I wish to be heard? I hope that one day I can be heard through the words which I write. I write as a form of self expression as many do which is just a simple way to describe what I do on day to day bases especially when it comes to writing on Hub Pages. I write about my feelings, my experiences and my thoughts. But if I sit back and I really consider what I hope to gain from what I write and what I do in my life, I want to change something about the world that I see as a problem. I want issues within our society to change and become better. I want to be an encouragement to someone who needs to speak up to be heard. I want for my trials and experiences to be of a lesson to someone other than myself. I want people to take responsibility for what harm they do, but for each person to learn to forgive themselves for a past that they can not change, and within that forgiveness find a way to help others with the knowledge that they have gained through their experience.
I do not write with the hopes that I will become amongst the most popular writers on Hub Pages or anywhere for that matter. I do not write because I want pity or attention for what I experience in life. I live my life and I write what I write, because I see a beautiful world beneath the pain that the world feels. I see peace even during war, and I see the sorrow that people feel when they have caused pain to others. I see un-necessary anger and un-needed harm to ones that are undeserving of the pain they are made to feel. I write what I see, I write what I think and I write what I feel because I do not know how to change the world and the pain that people cause and feel.
I wish I could feed every hungry child, I wish I could hug everyone that is lonely and be someone that they can lean on or talk to when they are feeling down. I wish I could take an abuser and make them see that what they do is wrong, and say the magic words that make them change. But I do not know the magic words, so I write to express to the abused that they deserve more than what they are given. I do not know how to tell the world that drug addiction is not so black and white-and to help someone who suffers, you must try to see and understand the many different shades of gray that are involved. I don’t know how to make people see that they are no less nor are they no more than anyone else-they are just unique in their own way and should hold onto their differences to guide others who are less understanding.
Will I change the world? Probably not? Will I help someone during the course of my life? I can not know for sure. Will anyone see me, notice me or hear me? Maybe someday or maybe someone already does- I guess it really doesn’t matter, because I will continue to write and continue to push myself to my limits and expand my boundaries and levels of understanding that I pray will one day, because of others who are a lot like me and want to better the world, the boundaries will be broken and people will live their lives with a little more peace and love and let go of a little greed and self centeredness to see and hear someone other than themselves.
As a person-as a writer, how do you want to be heard and what do you want to say? Do you want to make a difference with what you write or do you write just to write?
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