I apologize for my lack of posting. I've been trying to find the way I want to phrase this specific topic.
I honestly believe people are put into your life for a specific reason and purpose. Sort of like our own personal angels. I'm really starting to realize the major impact people that could've passed me by have had on me. Yes, of course family is always a huge impact, but for most people, they've been there. My family has been there and I couldn't ask for a better one. But what about those people that you got the random urge to talk to out of nowhere that became your best friend? Or the teacher you actually listened to that showed you you could follow those so-called far-fetched dreams?
Yes, of course there are the people that come into your life just to hurt you. Our own personal demons. But maybe they were here to hurt you to show you just how strong you are without them? I know that that would explain some nasty friendships that I've questioned. Yes, it hurts at first. But you make it through. And when you do, you know you're the bigger person and that they're still there at the bottom with all that hate and anger. But, at least I hope for you, there are more good people than bad.
The reason I bring this up is that a girl came into my life a couple months ago. We talked about music and discovered we have some of the same favorite bands. At one point, we got on the subject of people being put into our lives for a certain reason. As I said earlier, our own personal angels. Ironically, just the other day, I brought up the idea of us being friends for a reason. She told me she had just thought the same thing earlier that day. You see, she is a musician and, as you know, I'm trying to start off my career as a writer. One day, after listening to one of my favorite bands that I had ignored for quite a long time (and got back into for talking to her), I wrote the best short story I have written thus far. I showed it to her and she turned it into a song using my words and her music. Though I've yet to hear the finished product, I know it'll be amazing. I feel like that formed a bond between us that I don't have with my other good friends—like we're each others muses in a way. I think the term I used with her was success partners or something along those lines. We're both trying to succeed and we're doing it together.
I truly do believe she was put into my life for a reason and I was put in hers for a reason. And I don't think she's the only person I was meant to meet. I believe I have plent of personal angels made up of people I know and those I don't. So here's to you, Mary Richard! I owe a lot to you. And to my other personal angels: Sherri Smith (one of the best English teachers someone could ask for!), Muse and My Chemical Romance, to name just a few.
Wanna hear Mary's music? Check her out here.
I realize I've already written a post today, but this is on my mind right now and I'm sure plenty of you readers can relate to this topic. If you're a writer or even an avid reader, you know what it's like to live in that fantasy world. An alternate reality more than a fantasy.
As a writer, I often find myself drifting into my character's head. I'm no longer Lindsey, I'm Philip (the narrator of my novel-in-progress). When I dwell on that, I realize how odd and scary it is. Here's this seemingly non-existent being with a mind of his own, thinking freely into my brain. Sometimes Philip likes to lock me out (I sound crazy, I know). It's always when I really want to write that he does this. In fact, I'm locked out right now. (And I wonder why I only have 14 completed pages?) So instead, I'll write this blog entry about a writer's relationship with his/her writing. Do you think writers make up what they write about? No, they're just relaying this message that came to them.
It makes us sound crazy, but if we weren't crazy, every story would be a copy of something else. To an extent, many stories inevitably are a copy (most love stories turn out like Romeo and Juliet, etc.). But each story was given to the author on its own.
I want to say it's almost like having imaginary friends. They come in, tell you about their life and you write it down. But really it's more like having a split personality. I don't talk to Philip, I become Philip. Philip and I met Calli (another character) when looking a photograph. Philip didn't even exist yet! But the way I felt when I found that photograph is exactly how Philip felt about seeing her for the first time: Intrigued, curious. Who is she? Why is she giving me that look? And now, we've met Calli and completely understand that and more.
So to conclude my madness, I'll leave you with this. If you want to write, but you're sitting there thinking about how you have nothing worth writing and what not, stop. It's not about deciding what to write. It's about writing what reveals itself to you. One day, you'll find your Philip.
Hello! I'm Lindsey. I'm a writer with a ton of random thoughts bouncing around in my head. So I share them here in hopes that they reach others with these thoughts.