I think it is funny, funny, funny that I write that I am in love when (many months ago) I wrote something about the state of being In Love. Mostly it is funny to read that, to look at my helpless wondering, my not-knowing. Even funnier to realize that I am up to here in exactly what I was wondering about, and I still don't have a clue.
But I would like to talk about a different love affair. I've mentioned it before, I think. This very blog is one giant testament to it, in fact.
Yes, it is the written word.
Now, I may be rehashing a point that I have already made, but I always come back around to it. Always. Writing and studying the writing of others continues to challenge, inspire, and comfort me. Writing is therapeutic, it is what I turn to in times on confusion and distress... And yet it fulfills much more. Writing strikes the deepest chord for me, it is the lens through which I see life. It shows me truth in it's most honest, poetic, and sometimes brutal form. I believe absolutely in the power of the written word to change peoples' lives. Writing and reading leads me to understanding, even if it is to understand how little I really know. I do know that I will unquestionably, unwaveringly love words (and putting them together just right) for the rest of my life. In the midst of uncertainty over the future and those half-joking, half-serious remarks about the relative (non)usefulness of an English degree, my love of writing is still the most driving certainty in my life right now. I want to write and I want to study the writing of the greats. So, I see no other alternative than to act on it. That is exactly what I am off to do at this beautiful new college of mine, and it is right. They say that the right thing is not always the easiest thing. I am feeling that right now. This is not easy, none of this is very easy. It is, however, right. Whatever comes with it, whatever comes next, (the good, the bad, and the ugly) well...
I will write about it.
4 comments:
That's one of the many things I love about you Ivy. You know what you want in life and you're reaching for it. You are pursuing what you love, and Guilford is the next step in that pursuit. I know you'll do exceptionally well there.
- Rip Nasty
I can't wait to hear you musings from Guilford...
describe the campus, the people, the classes, the empty classrooms, the coffee shops, the dormitory, the crazy one time only things that happen at college...it is a magical time and a magical place you will enter.....
you will laugh til you cry and cry til you laugh, and miss home, and love your new home all at once...
write my dear, write.
Aunt Deeda
I have found that one of the 'wisdoms' of life is learing how to deal with stress. There is the bad way, drugs, anger, violence and there are the good ways. Talking with friends, long walks, writing.
I am happy to see that you have figured out which ones are better than others. I look forward to reading your observations and thoughts.
as one who shares the same love affair--though hardly can we call it a triangle as there are gobs and gobs and gobs of us, through all the ages--i can only stand and applaud that there is someone so rich and wise and curious and unstoppable. just today on the place where i most often write i probably wrote too much, took too much risk possibly at the expense of those who i hope won't read it. but i had to write to be able to breathe again. it is how i'm wired, and i know some--within my own family--have never understood that. might as well disown me sometimes, they think it's so wrong to write what's deep inside. but how can i not? and so like you i just wrote about it.......keep writing, wise one, keep on.....
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