I have always felt trapped.
When I was little, I would stand at the door, always desperate to get outside. I was always hoping that it was warm enough to go out. Eventually, I outgrew my backyard, as big as it is, and my playthings that kept me distracted from my need to explore grew boring.
I needed more to roam, new things to do…
but I was stuck. So, I reverted to other things to keep me preoccupied. Personality quizzes, books, movies, and music. Things I had used sparingly in the past were now my daily indulgences. Although I wished I had spent my adolescent and teen years differently, I wouldn’t be where I am now if I had spent them the way I wanted.
God has a plan for the way I grew up, and I’m going to accept it.
It’s up to me to accept the way my life has happened and to be who I am. And that is one freedom that I can embrace whenever I set myself to. It’s hard work, but is definitely worth the struggles.
I always feel trapped…
and writing is how I escape. It takes me far beyond this small backyard and out to the open plains and the Sahara and open seas. I am free because I write. My chains of foul weather, cold temperatures, and mundane life are gone. I can travel to the ends of the universe.
I’ll never be stuck inside, folding a pile of laundry, as long as I have a pen and paper at hand.
No cage can hold me, no trap ensnare me – I am a being of free will and will do as I please and go where I please. I can imagine and romance as I please. And what do I please? Where do I wish to go? What dreams and fantasies do I fancy?
There is one word to answer all: writing.
Thanks for reading!
How did you like the post? And what does writing mean for you? Let me know down in the comments!