“One night a star turned on its light, it had not asked itself if it was intense or if it should have; it simply turned on, and happiness began to shine.”
Like this star, it happens to those of us who write and publish. We are all born writers – from birth, we narrate tales, stories, poems, songs, and adventures. We all have something to tell the world. We are all characters, and we are constantly changing costumes, scenarios, and encounters.
In some way, we all tell others stories of what happens to us, what we think, what we deeply feel. And like that star, one day or night, we decide to bring out the light and share it. That’s when the power of writing comes in.
Writing has marked an evolution in human beings. The printing press has crossed borders and eras, and with technology, writing has made a single continent of intertwined readers and writers.
From the earliest childhood, we begin the strokes of writing that are coined in the mind and memory. And without noticing it, we live among books, papers, and crayons that talk to the writer of everything he wants to remember.
Perhaps as you read these lines, a thousand pages that you have already written and have kept in your memory come to mind. Maybe you have been filing them because publishing them is a longed-for dream. You likely find yourself with hundreds of written quotations boxed up, and you don’t even know where to look for them. The truth is that notes keep secrets, moments, our life in small lines with indentation and grammatical conventions.
The Power of Writing: It’s an Innate Human Need
We all carry a pen, pencil, pen, and computer well guarded to take out when the letters and words assault our minds. Yes, they suddenly become a torrent of stanzas, ideas that do not stop, and inspiration that forgets the clock and stains the white paper or screen in thousands of stories for someone to read without pause.
In the middle of a dream, a shower, or a subway ride, something emerges that cannot escape. It doesn’t matter if it’s cold or hungry if we’re in the park or the middle of a party, the urge to write overcomes the crestfallen pupils or the crowd than the concert music. Our innate need for communication and storytelling fuels the power of writing.
Writing does not have an ideal time. It has an inspiration that pushes and leads to continuing with the idyll until you finish what you have to get out. There is no reason to write because writing is the best reason the soul finds happiness. When you write, rise, smile inside, dive into yourself, and a passion full of new sparks arises.
To write is to enter into company with oneself. It is to discover oneself and to discover ideas, thoughts, emotions. It is to let your imagination fly, travel with words, and conjugate verbs, tenses, and adjectives and mix them.
While writing, one enjoys and goes on an expedition to deep places that are not seen in the mirror. And one is suddenly also surprised by how much one can write…
While one’s hand is writing, one’s head is stilted and the ideas do not stop as time goes by. If one imagines two people in love, writing is the same as finding one’s beloved. Whoever writes becomes curious and searches for treasures because he wants to satiate himself more with his writing.
A writer writes everything – from verses, couplets, stories, single sentences, and quotations to letters, poems, and novels. Sometimes he writes landscapes, paintings, and portraits.
As he writes, he brings out all that is inside him. Sometimes you read it out loud, sometimes you share it with someone and start a conversation. Writing and sharing have priceless added value. It is multiplying the treasures of two minds that feel now more than before.
Writing and publishing are things that transcend. What you carry on paper after it is launched is lost, and the writer becomes two.
A book is a thousand books because each reader reads in his own time, in his own space, interprets according to his own perception, and so the book ceases to be one and of one to be of all those who have leafed through it. (That is magic. It happened to me).
“The star was illuminated in colors and none of them overshadowed another.
Can you imagine one star alone shining?”
We all imagine a starry sky and in each star twinkles a story someone has imagined. Like books, they might look alike in some ways, but each has a life and a trail of its own. And together, all of them illuminate the sky, enrich libraries, touch lives, and embrace children and adults.
Writing Builds Bridges, Fuels Connection, and Sparks Curiosiosity
That star, which shines above, also shines in each one of us inside. Perhaps many discover them and celebrate them. Maybe others wish to carry them and also make them grow, sharing their light with others.
To write is to open oneself – to open the star within and share it. When writing, ideas come to life, illusions become tangible, and each word transmits its own light. Sharing our inner world makes us more human, it connects us with beings that we may never meet face to face, but thanks to writing, a new relationship is generated between the writer and the reader. On many occasions, the reader talks to the writing imagine who wrote it, and even talks about the ideas connecting from reading.
The leaders, men, and women who have dared to open their stars have managed to multiply their stars around them. They have shared ideas, which then become inspirations for new stories, books, legends. Thousands of years of stories have been recorded by those whose legacy was to write. Likely, they would never have imagined continuing to live between spines of letters stamped on folios that today, in yellow, are still alive.
“A star is a star forever, the little ones get together to play with illusions.”
Like the stars, a writer writes to give. Without realizing it, a writer receives more than he imagined. Each writing, shared or published, shows what we carry and receives thousands of sparks of stars lit around. That’s the true power of writing – it enables a profound communication that few people understand.
There are a thousand ways to tell stories, a thousand versions to feel them, thousands of notes to interpret them, thousands of sighs and questions to the books that we are reading as we grow up, millions of stars to shine at night…
What if you light your star and open it to light up the world?