i know that writing is a way to vent out the sadness and the emptiness nesting in the pit of your stomach… but what about the happiness, the joy found in the little things…
I’m not perfect, but i love to write! I love the smell of freshly printed books and dusty old books alike. I love the words that form in people’s minds. Like a hidden promise just waiting to be revealed.
I think the joy of writing can also come in the form of something wonderful instead of something sad.
Let’s not just write about the sad, lonely, depressing moments. But also the golden moments of opportunity… It’s up to you whether you take that opportunity or not.