Into the Quiet
For me, writing is basic proof that I am capable of producing something. It is my inner voice visualized, the most direct representation of my thought process. It is also proof that I can hit the pause button on consuming media for more than five minutes. In these brief periods of time, it feels like I’ve been dunking for apples and I’ve finally pulled my head out of the water, into the quiet.
The “quiet” moments of my life are actually pretty loud. If I can manage to be still for long enough, I start asking BIG questions. I have a hankering for truth, or at the very least, a solution to whatever I seem to be wrestling with at the time. Most of these BIG questions are my anxious tendencies to grab the mic and try to escape the maze of my own fears and existentialism. Historically, that’s what most of journaling has been for me: a problem-solving exercise.
So, what is this? Why no backspaces? Ultimately, it’s more of an idea than what the name prescribes. I do plan on editing as I go, but the point of all of this is to create consistently and do so with as little of my own self-imposed obstacles as possible. When it comes to my own creative output, I want to be more curious than critical, and this is my way of honoring that notion.
What’s posted here may not make sense, be coherent, or be digestible by anyone other than myself or an AI. However, it will suffice.