I Need to Write
I've just realized I really need to write.
A long time ago I've been to a psychic and he said to me that he saw a lot of writing in my life. I really don't know if I believe in paid psychics at all (the free ones, well, its another story), but, somehow, I've remembered that statement along my way.
Since I was a kid reading and writing has been part of myself. I remember that by fourth grade I wrote a poem that made people awed and I really didn't understand why (I guess I still don't). After that, by the eighth grade, I wrote an essay that made the teacher call my mother to go there and to her my essay. Again, I don't have a clue about what happened. I've just wrote about the rain and how it danced in my window in my everyday observation.
Today, watching some TED on YouTube, these three facts - the psychic, the poem and the essay - came to my mind in a way that I was flooded by the certainty that I have to write, I need to write. But here is a trick thing: my native language is Portuguese, since I'm a Brazilian and I live in Brazil. However, somehow, words started to pop up in my mind in English and I really didn't see that coming. And the urge to write those words down is so intense that I'll just go with the flow.
So, if you read this and saw a lot of misspelling or things like that, please, forgive this writer. Eventually I will write something in Portuguese, but, for now, I'm just going where my mind is taking me.
The poem and the essay were probably thrown at the trash a long time ago. But the eager to put the words out of me is still with myself. Both texts were about how I felt about something. Maybe that is it: I have to rip some words out of me to see what part of myself remains and what part was just some chatting on my mind. Separate the feeling of the feeler, trying to answer the ultimate question of my life: what am I?
E. Sttace
01/08/2023