15 December 2008

Find Your Passion...And Run With It...

Last Friday, I read a blog from one of my favorite people, OMG, and it got me to thinking of my own passion I have for all art forms. This piece, however, is old. I wrote it during my Junior year of Undergrad for my school paper for which I was Opinions Editor for two years. Enjoy. Aside from the picture, I have not edited this for the blog.



Find Your Passion…and Run With It…


Before I begin this piece, I’d first like to say that this piece actually gave me a mild case of Writer’s Block! I was literally blocked for about four or five hours. I knew what I wanted to write and exactly how I wanted it to sound. However, the connections between my paper for which I collect, my pen for which I write, and my brain for which I think just wasn’t clicking properly. I hate this feeling I get from time to time and to clear my head I attended the Open Mic Night, had a few laughs, and a nice mellow time. When I returned to the blank notepad, my head was clear, my thoughts were concise, and the connections between my paper, pen, and brain were finally ready to take on what I was trying to construct all along:




I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I’ve been thinking a lot about life, direction, relationships, faith, and family. And since a lot of these topics are rather broad, I decided to limit my focus to something more relative—individual happiness!


Individual happiness can be measured in a multitude of variations. An individual’s happiness isn’t exactly a goal, a life dream, or even an unrealistic fantasy. Instead it is the simplest gift or talent deep within a person that, no matter what, gives them the most passion, the most joy. And with this said, it is the reason that…I write.


I’ve been writing for an insanely long time. I think a friend of mine and I enrolled ourselves in our first real poetry contest when we were in fourth grade. I came in second place for the Best Original Poem while she placed first for the Best Poem by a Published Author.


Now these were the good old days of the ‘90s when the Chicken Noodle Soup for the Soul were literally ranked with nowadays’ “Addicted” and “The Coldest Winter Ever”. The Chicken Noodle Soup books were so positively inspiring, giving real-life stories and poetry on the most common subjects of daily life. I read those books religiously and that’s when I found my passion.


Writing for me is an escape. It takes me to a different place, puts me in a different scene, and forces me to look at life in an entirely different way. When I am writing, everything around me becomes a piece of insignificant scenery while the words, rhymes, or stories that I am presently writing are the characters—the actors to this theatrical image I paint. And as in a movie, my words are the stars while the real life around me are merely the stand-ins—people to just fill space in a scene. The reason for this is because sometimes I truly feel voiceless, so, in turn, I write. I write about everything and I even have a tendency to get political and philosophical when the need arises. Throughout the years, writing has undoubtedly strengthened my character and outlook on life. I feel if I could put it to the pen and write it, then I can achieve anything that life throws my way.


So over the years, I have written countless numbers of poems, essays, short stories, and journal entries including my childhood crush, my first boyfriend, my first fight, the first time I thought I was in love, the first time I was actually in love, and a wide array of other things like, my own definition of love at age 13. And surprisingly so, I have actually managed to keep up with a lot of my work.


But what do I plan to do with my writing—my inhibited passion that I discovered at such a very young age? With my gift, I plan to inspire others. I am not a Journalism major for the simple fact that I am multi-talented and creative and plan to use my gift in another direction—advertising to become a copy writer and one day elevate myself to an independent publisher. I am highly influenced by my all-time favorite writers including Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, Emily Dickinson, and even Mike Jones (not the rapper, a student that attended QU from 2004-2006). These people have made such a great impact on my writing that I still look up to Mike Jones to critique and offer insight onto my pieces so that I can be even better at my hidden craft. In turn, I also help others with their writing, knowingly or otherwise. I feel a sense of worth, value, and necessity as I have somehow become an unofficial “public figure” of admiration. This is what I love most—more than anything in the world—the gift God has given me—the hidden gift—WRITING.


So what’s the point of this tale? The point is that you find your niche—your drive—what inspires you and what you can’t see yourself being without—and embrace it. Use this passion God had given you—no matter what it is—and turn it into a noteworthy element—something that not only you love and have noticed in yourself—but what others have noticed and have grown to love in you as well. Find your passion…and run with it….


5 comments:

Diamond~Star said...

Very nice.

Writing is my thing. It comes at ease to me,whether it's gramatically or ebonically correct (yes I said ebonically correct). I write according to how I see things happening in everyday life. When you put your thoughts on paper,it seems as though everything comes to life in an instant (if you don't have writer's block).

Sorry it's been so long since I've checked into your blog. Alot have been going on in Carolina so I got to catch up.

123DEFG said...

interesting you find writer's block to last 4 or 5 hours... that's when ya know you're addicted to writing.

the two of us came into writing in different ways... you read/wrote at a young age... i have always and continue to hate reading now. it's painful sitting down with a book. they don't make any noise! where's the music to go with my imagination as i paint a scene? same sensation hits me occasionally when i'm writing.
i haven't hit 'post' on anything in months... toying with the idea of giving it up... toying with the idea of taking writing by the neck and ringing it the eff out... toying with the idea of dumping any and all energy into something to the point i sit back and grin and say 'yea... yea that's it. i'm done'

but i never will be done.

i heard a quote from a coach about to retire from a position of 30 years... said a friend asked if he was sure he's ready to leave... he said "if you can say 'yes' when someone asks if you love something, and 'yes' when they ask if you hate the same thing... and say 'yes' when they ask would you do it all over again... that's when it's time to quit."

well when i heard that quote, i started wondering if anything like that fit into my life... so far it doesn't. but if it changes, i know i've found my passion.

tight write homey
-123defg

Ms_Slim said...

DS: Writing is my most developed passion. Music is another one. Dancing is another one.I can draw but I'm most better at commercial art (see: graphic design). My passion definitely lies in the arts of every form. There is literally no other outlet for me. And it's hard to explain it to someone who doesnt carry the same passion as I. I feel like they'll never fully "get" it. Ya know....

It's okay girl; just make sure you get in whenever possible :)

123DEFG: What the coach said was absolutely right. I never thought about it like that. I think I'm pretty much the same way with my craft (writing). Only diff...I really dont see myself stopping it lol. No retirement for me lol

I think I'll post one of my poems tomorrow. I know, I know...I never post them...well I'm in a mood, dammit and I'm gonna "run with it". :)

I suggest you dust off the old pen and pad (or in your case: chisel and slate, haha) and get started. There are some new folk here that need to be entertained :)

NaturallyAlise said...

Writing and performing poetry is my deepest love. I am so glad I finally am taking steps to make it part of my everyday and eventually career. I neglected writing for a long time, but it always found its way back. No lie, it 'bumrushed' my life, I would have my mama ask me to pen a quick little something for a program, or I would cleverly string words together to help a friend down in the dumps, or even asked to word a resume or letter just right for someone to evoke a certain mood.... all of that to say, poetry & writing would not leave me, so I finally stopped shooing it away. Great post, I think I will take this comment and blog it... you so inspiring and sh*t, lol

Ms_Slim said...

NaturallyAlise: Glad you got something from this piece. Enjoy your day....and get to writing! :)