Have you ever looked at a painting and sworn you could practically taste the artist feelings? Whether it’s sadness, happiness or depression. Something between the brushstrokes pushes through the surface and changes you forever. Or maybe you’ve heard a song that makes your soul ache with feeling. You don’t know exactly which note or word that does it, but something in the song hits you in just the right place.
I love that feeling. That moment in a book where I start to cry without knowing why. The moment where the writer has managed to touch something inside me with words or hidden secrets between the lines. I love it because it’s unexplainable and wonderful all at once. And also because I know that that’s the moment that I’ll carry that book with me for the rest of my life. I’ll remember the story, the words, and whenever I think about it I’ll remember what that writer managed to make me feel.
It’s a talent obtained through countless hours of practice, through endless mistakes and failures. So while I haven’t exactly counted the hours or days I’ve spent writing, I’m marking this as my start. The start of my journey in writing something that will mean something for someone. And if I manage to reach one, just one, among billions, I’ll consider myself successful.
Quote of the day:
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel”
– Maya Angelou