Music is my world
Novel(ing) is my life
Poetry is my passion
Dancing is my hobby
Dragons are my love
I often look at the world in an
abstract point of view, hoping in a bright new future with no pain or
sorrow. And, yeah, someday that will come. But until then, I write. I
write a lot. I write about perfect worlds. I write about no pain. But
it's hard to avoid writing imperfection and pain. Besides, what's a
story without conflict? If we lived a perfect life, there'd be no
story goal... no plot to fulfill. Only emptiness. Without something
getting destroyed and us trying to fix it, there'd be no adventure.
There'd be no hope. There'd be no excitement. Without loss, we
wouldn't have a reason to feel. We wouldn't need emotions. We
wouldn't need a God or Savior. We'd be our own savior. And how
boring? I can't fathom living like that. With no goal. No plot. No
adventure. All perfection. And yeah, it's hard to live with pain all
the time. It's hard to deal with loss. Sometimes the best stories are
the ones written with the most conflict, the most loss, the most
pain. Where we can sympathize with the characters. Where we can feel
for them. Where we lose when they lose. When we are drawn into their
adventures and long for them to be our own adventures. Those are the
best stories. Not the stories where everything is perfect. Because in
all reality, perfect doesn't exist until we are with Jesus. So we live now.
We live here. We live in our stories. We tell our stories. We live in an imperfect world,
and we enjoy it, making the best of it.
So, 'tis why I write. 'Tis why I spend countless hours spilling words onto paper. The soul is a beautiful place, and it longs to be explored. Explored through books, poetry, music, and art. Explored by love. And maybe just me spilling words out onto this blog will help us explore our own souls. Maybe music and poetry and art and books is how we are meant to explore this world. And where we can do anything.
“With God, all things are possible.” Matthew 19:26
So, 'tis why I write. 'Tis why I spend countless hours spilling words onto paper. The soul is a beautiful place, and it longs to be explored. Explored through books, poetry, music, and art. Explored by love. And maybe just me spilling words out onto this blog will help us explore our own souls. Maybe music and poetry and art and books is how we are meant to explore this world. And where we can do anything.
“With God, all things are possible.” Matthew 19:26
I'm a seventeen year old living in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Quite literally, I'm not joking. I have grown up in smalls towns my whole life, living in the least populated county in my state. I dream of big cities, and the buzz of the people who are doing nothing other than walking the streets of New York City. I long to travel the world, to stop in at every little French coffee shop and write. I want to see the world. To experience things others will never experience, to feel an excitement that I have never felt before. I wish to live fully.
I've been writing for three years. In that time span I have completed eight co-authored novels with my friend, a handful of rough draft novels by myself, and am currently working on a series of four books about WWIV and the aftereffects. Poetry has become a recent obsession of mine this past year, and I have done research on some of America's greatest poets, along with Europe's greatest poets. I aspire to be like them; I dream to be like them.
I have been playing piano for almost ten years, and it is a passion of mine as well. I have written lyrics before and music to go with them, but they shall never see the light of day.
I have aspirations in the medical field. I want so badly to be a doctor, to help heal people. More specifically, I want to be a neurologist. The mind is a beautiful place. And I want to help people. I want to help them not hurt.
I really love coffee
I love dreaming big
I have a abstract creative side
Stars are a beautiful thingAnd so is rain
~Sarah Elizabeth
I love your blog. It is raw and beautiful. And I never realized how much we had in common until I read a little bit more about you. :) I can't wait to read more. :)
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