Write for the joy of it. Write off the top of your head, write everything streaming through your consciousness. Write without stopping to think or revise. Write because you are compelled to. Write to make the silence eloquent (I think Anais Nin wrote that).
Write to discover what your thinking, what feelings are flowing through you. Write to empty your mind of clutter so you can have clarity, make way for creativity. Write about anything, write about love, write about rain, write about your parents, your friends, your day, a dream, a wish, something good that happened today. Write about something that confuses you, you may be able to shed some light on it.
Don’t put pressure on yourself when you write, write for pleasure if writing is pleasing to you. Sing to yourself in your writing. Give expression to your soul and deepest self. Be exposed, be real and uninhibited in your writing. Imagine your writing has magic in it, feel the energy of it and the release it brings. Let it make you joyful.
Write to give yourself wings, to journey into your imagination, to explore you own personal world, to create your own world. Create characters, stories, poems, essays, rants, long meandering journal entries. Don’t over-analyze or wonder where you will use or publish a piece of writing, just answer the calling. Make writing your best friend.
The journal is the best listener, welcoming you, accepting you, flaws and all. Fall into it and retreat from the noise of the world. Listen more closely to your own voice for a change, pay attention to your wishes and desires and write them down. Recount your day or fantasize about the day you wish you had. Make a plan to create the rest of your life.
Realize the present moment when you’re writing. Write after meditation. Read a novel, then write your thoughts/reaction/impressions. Write a review of the book you’re reading. Listen to your own words, listen to the feelings flowing through you, explore what they mean, give them a voice. Leave an impression on this world.
Prompt: What bores you?
I am bored by celebrity gossip, by shallow people who have nothing insightful to say. I’m bored by politics, by work when there is little work to do. I’m bored by most television. I’m bored when watching a parade.
I’m bored and disturbed by watching news. I’m bored by remaining stagnant. I’m bored by the same old routine, never venturing out to try new things, see new things, or meet new people.
I’m bored when I have the same old thoughts every day, when I don’t challenge myself to think differently, to act differently, to be more authentically me.
I’m bored in the winter time, when it’s too cold to go out and explore. I’m bored when I’m not reading an interesting book, I’m bored when I can’t think of anything to write about. I’m bored most of the time when grocery shopping.
I’m bored if I ever have to look at Facebook. I’m bored when I look at people and everyone I see is looking down at a phone or an Ipod in their hand. I’m bored when I listen to pop music by the artists on the radio today.
I’m bored by small talk about the weather when I go into the office. But what else is there to talk about with people who you don’t know well? I’m bored with regular nail polish colors, preferring to wear grey or green or blue shades.
I’m bored with long, brown hair and sometimes wish my hair was straight and violet colored. I’m bored with other people taking selfies, thinking that anyone really cares where they are or what they’re doing.
I’m bored when I’m not learning any new information. I’m bored when sitting in a cubicle, in offices that are too brightly lit. I get bored when every day is the same, when I play it too safe, when I forget to live my one and only life.
(Entry below is an excerpt from an entry that was handwritten on 4/26/14)
Prompt: Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality or lack of- for the first time.
This was not the first instance when I considered my faith or spirituality, but I remember really being struck by something that was said at my grandfather’s wake. The priest said to all that were gathered, “You should ask yourself, how sincere are you when you say your prayers? Or, how sincerely do you pray?”
And I realized that a lot of the time, I just pray by reciting the words mentally that I have memorized. I don’t say them with feeling. It’s as if I just think reciting them is enough, that it will create change somehow.
I don’t really put sufficient faith or heart behind the words when I pray. I would do it in almost a sense of obligation, not because I believed prayers would make any difference at all. Sometimes I still pray that way, without really considering the words I’m saying, only what I’m praying for.
I think the greatest and most sincere way that I pray is through gratitude, thinking and saying ‘thank you’ when I feel grateful for ordinary things. I enjoy and savor the feeling of gratitude.
I’m grateful that my senses let me experience the world, that my body works properly and I am able-bodied, that I can take steps to become more physically fit.
I feel grateful that I know where my next meal is coming from, that I have enough money to cover my expenses. I feel grateful for my family members, for my free time, for the beautiful jewelry that I own, for hot water when I bathe and shower, and for my comfortable bed.
I’m grateful for my mind, my experience, my education, and my earning power. I’m grateful that people love me, that I’ve never had to go hungry, that I can choose what I eat. I’m grateful that my parents were always so selfless and loving towards me.
I’m grateful to have extra money to buy people gifts. I’m grateful that each new day is a chance for change to happen. I’m grateful for abundance, for the renewal of spring, for the ability to change my environment, for the ability to dream and imagine.
And I’m grateful that I can write, and express myself in a way that feels most natural to me. I’m grateful for simple choices, a low amount of stress, for sleep. I’m grateful for good, absorbing books.
(Entry below was hand written on 4/20/2014)
Something actually worth writing about happened today. It’s Easter Sunday, so I went to Mass. It was crowded as expected. The priest scolded everyone, saying we should attend Mass every Sunday, as it is only one hour out of the week. I was glad that I went and prayed.
After Mass, I wanted to buy myself some flowers so I walked to ShopRite but it was closed. So I decided to look for someplace open on Broadway. I headed up a side street towards Broadway when I passed by a house.
On the ledge outside of it was an open, black purse. I passed by it, thought it was strange that a purse was just sitting there hanging open for anyone in the street to see and snatch, so I walked back and picked it up.
Looking in the wallet, the address was of the person who lived in the house where the purse was left. I rang the doorbell but no one was home. I looked up the address for the police department online and it was close to where I was.
I went there but all the lights were off and the door was locked. I called them but got an answering machine. I texted my mom, she told me to wait to see if anyone called the cell phone in the purse. There was a missed call. I called the person back but got a voicemail.
I left them a message, and sent texts as well. The purse was a black, Louis Vuitton bag that held this woman’s whole life. She had her cell phone, wallet, train tickets (a big stack), some pay stubs, her keys, photos of children, papers and receipts, a social security card, a hair brush, loose change, her phone charger, a box of tissues, etc
It was full and very heavy. She was lucky no one had taken anything out before I found the purse. So I took it home, waiting for someone to call the cell phone. I went online to check the police department’s number again. I found it and called, this time someone answered.
I said my name and that I found a purse outside of a house that was sitting wide open, and no one was at the residence. The police asked me for the person’s address and I gave it. He said that someone had just reported the purse missing.
He asked me again “You found it?” and I said “yes, I just found it.” He told me an officer had just been sent to the home. I said I would go over to the home and return the purse.
I rushed over, holding this heavy purse, back to that side street. I saw the police car waiting there. When I walked up, I saw a lady, very upset and crying, looking so on edge. I walked up and held up the purse and said “Is this yours?”
The police officer in the car was on the phone with someone and said to them “Oh, never mind.” I guess they were getting ready to trace my call and call me back. The lady saw me, asked “It was you?” and I said yes. And she smiled a huge smile of relief and embraced me tightly for a few moments.
The policeman came out of the car and said “Do you know each other?” And I said no, and explained how I had found the purse while I was walking past the house, and I thought to myself, ‘that doesn’t look right.’ So I went back and picked it up and waited for someone to call the cell phone. I tried the police station but couldn’t find the entrance, it seemed to be closed.
The lady stood with a young man who said “fijate” to her (which sort of means ‘you see?’ in Spanish) while she was crying and so happy. The police asked her to check that everything was inside because someone may have taken something before I found the bag. She checked and saw everything was there and gave me so many thanks and said “God bless you!” with such emotion.
It touched my heart to see all the gratitude in her eyes. The policeman thanked me and said I did a good job. I said it was my pleasure, when he shook my hand. And I shook hands with the lady, and her family members as well, who thanked me many times.
I told her not to worry, to relax, that everything was OK, and told her to be careful about not carrying around her social security number. I said ‘don’t worry’ again, and walked away. I guess she was lucky that I was in the right place at the right time.
If my mom hadn’t pushed me to attend Mass, I probably wouldn’t have gone, and wouldn’t have had the chance to do this good deed for this woman. It gave me a great feeling to do something so positive, it kept me smiling for the rest of the afternoon.
I returned someone’s peace of mind, and that feels really amazing. It made me remember that it’s possible for me to be a force of positivity and kindness in the world, and have an effect on it, in a good way.