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WHY WRITING / SINGING / PAINTING, ETC? - written by jrqc



At this stage, I believe there is plenty of information out there which you may or may not be familiar with. From the early stages at school, we are taught, in many people's cases, to deploy our skills in the shape of essays, short stories, poems, creative and free writing, for instance.

Many have gone through these tasks as if in a battlefield or as if they were being dragged out of bed on a rainy Sunday morning, but let me tell you this: no matter your current or past situation, writing is an important skill to sharpen and develop, mainly for our own benefit. Don't you think?

As with many other sources of art in which our feelings and emotions are portrayed in different mediums, writing is certainly not an exception. It is almost therapeutic to the point that we set free our imagination through sensory experiences embodied in words and imagery. It is liberating, since there is an outlet for those feelings bubbling inside of us, begging to be released, and any form of art or creative means can aid us in draining them out when we are stressed, sad, happy, or excited.

There is a lot to be explored about ourselves, nature, the world, and the people around us that must be taken the most of. There is something magical in the wind or how the rain falls over the flowers in a garden, or when someone is reading a book and a sunbeam is falling and enveloping them, making them look almost celestial, and someone out there has either written about it or painted it from their very own point of view, from the unique way they see the world and that particular scene. Just by affirming and registering that reality is simply wonderful. We are unique beings capable of creating, singing, writing, loving, dancing, painting, etc., and THAT is just incredible.

Writing as a form of expression represents creating something fresh, shaping words, sounds, and rhythm to give them life in our and other people's minds. Be it singing, dancing, or any other form of art, they all help to achieve an inner goal, and that, in my personal view, is to unleash the creative "me" that falls in love with a Van Gogh or just by looking at birds flying in the sky.

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