“Let a fool be a fool if she’s willing to try.”
~María Hernández Feo
When you love to do something and you stop doing it for whatever reason, there comes a point where you miss it. Passions never leave. In fact, our passions have a special way of coming back to us, no matter how hard we neglect them. This is precisely what happened to me when I stopped writing all together. To be honest, I can’t specify why I abandoned this hobby. From a very early age, I always had a greater interest for books than I did for Barbie dolls. Christmas was a very special time of year, a time where I was sure Santa Claus understood me when he left me loads of books under the tree. After I devoured each and every book I was gifted, I thought to myself: why shouldn’t I tell stories? Are professional writers the only ones who are allowed to share their thoughts about things that go on their lives or in the lives of other people? These where some very profound questions for somebody who hadn’t lived long enough to have two digits in her age number, but I wanted to look for answers. When my grandmother first gave me a journal for my birthday, I found myself writing every miscellaneous thought that crossed my mind, no matter how stupid or potentially ridiculous. I reopened this journal recently (seeing as I keep it hidden away in a corner of my bedroom), and it was full of bright stickers, fingerprints I had marked with some washable paint, and entries filled with deep romantic feelings I had for a boy who sat next to me in my first-grade Spanish class. As I continued writing this way, I truly believed I was heading down a path towards literary greatness. Little did I know that following through with one’s passions is difficult, especially considering that I hadn’t yet been exposed to the big scary realities of the world. Later, when I was a bit older, I realized that, although I loved writing, it was incredibly difficult and time consuming. This way of thinking slowly made me drift away from it, and as I reflect on this now, I become incredibly disappointed for allowing myself to do that.
This is my tenth blog post, and I am thrilled beyond measure to be sharing it with all of you because, I am still mindful of the reasons why I decided to write again in the first place. I knew I wanted to recuperate that excitement I had as a kid, that amazing energy that surged through my spirit when I finished jotting down everything that had happened to me during the day. I no longer wanted to succumb to a lazy mentality, a mentality that said that my writing shouldn’t be a priority. In all honestly, I was even becoming afraid. The fear of always leaving everything behind, the terror of not being able to finish the things I started overpowered me completely. I needed some discipline and the ability to comply with my commitments. I would say this is the fundamental reason why I decided to start this platform because, I knew I would be killing multiple birds with one stone. By starting this venture, I have been able to restore my writing habits, I have shared my writing with people who enjoy writing too, and I have grasped the importance of dedication. Also, there are some bloggers out there who are incredibly talented, and lately I have had a delightful time reading some wonderful material.
Last year, when I took a literature class in college, we discussed a lot of poetry. We read poems written by American writers, but I gravitated most towards Robert Frost. His celebrated poem, “The Road Not Taken”, really compelled me to consider what it means to dive into the unknown. As a young adult, I believe one of my greatest ambitions is to experiment with everything that makes me feel uncomfortable just so that I know I can accept challenges and grow from them. Also, some of my favorite posts to read by other people right now involve great poetry, so I have made myself a proposition. Today I want to write a poem depicting how foolish I was for thinking I could leave my passions behind, how good it feels to return to the complicated world of writing and how much I have changed as I have accepted that writing is an integral part of my identity.
Let a fool ignore the arduous light of dreams,
Let a fool be blind in the direct stare of shinning beams,
Let a fool walk past the direction of the sun,
Let a fool feel shame for everything she hasn’t done.
Let a fool shake hands with the bright light of day,
Let a fool excuse herself for dismissing her once loved way,
Let a fool say no to a dream once created,
Let a fool suppress the glow of the ideas contemplated.
Let a fool return to solid ground,
Let a fool be free when she’s writing bound,
Let a fool relish in the joy of a word,
Let a fool be loud in a voice that’s heard.
Let a fool write cursive in the light of a star,
Let a fool be near when she feels far,
Let a fool sparkle through every commitment,
Let a fool have a sentence for all existence.
Let a fool view brilliance when she’s handicapped,
Let a fool survive the struggle of a deleted paragraph,
Let a fool be dead and willing to rise,
Let a fool keep passion as her way of life.
Let a fool move forward in a gleaming path,
Let a fool shine on a darkness wrath,
Let a fool see conformity and wave goodbye,
Let a fool be a fool if she’s willing to try!
I’m sure there are certain passions brewing inside all of you, passions that you have set aside. All I ask is that you never forget about them, because whether you want to or not, they will find a way of catching up with you in very unexpected ways!
What passions have you set aside? How do you plan on reconnecting with them? Leave your comments below because I would love to know! Be sure to like and subscribe if you like what you see 🙂