For many, writing is a personal part of self. They put their special touches and spins on stories, poetry, articles, so on and so forth.
For others, writing is not only personal, it’s private.
Growing up, I had a diary and I know I wasn’t the only one. I’m more than sure that you had one too. Or would you prefer I called it a journal?
In today’s world, we use writing in the most creative of ways.
Each day we are using social media platforms to communicate with, not only our friends and family but people from countries all over the world. Whether it be work related or common interest, we are connecting with each other and it is absolutely awesome.
Life is a constant celebration, even in times when it doesn’t seem so.
Through writing we can learn about the past, understand the present and try our hands at predicting the future. Although, that last one I wouldn’t readily recommend.
Amidst what happened in Orlando this weekend, so many things are being written. On multiple media outlets including mainstream and social, people are writing.
Unfortunately, in times like this many who write further the hatred that is spewed from the mouths of those less educated. It is so sad to see those in positions of power using such tragedies to further their agenda against certain people.
I don’t know about you but I never know what to say. Even in situations where I am pretty sure I’m saying the right thing, it never comes out the way I intended. Oftentimes, I find myself making things worse by trying to add more words than needed.