de Escribir es como respirar — EL BLOG DE MANUEL CERDÀ

Escribir es como respirar. En según qué circunstancias el aire viciado te lo impide, pero hay que seguir respirando, si no te mueres. Aun así, acabamos contaminados por la atmósfera que nos rodea sin siquiera darnos cuenta y conformamos la realidad a través de nuestro ánimo adulterado. Solamente en la ficción somos capaces de soportar […]

a través de Escribir es como respirar — EL BLOG DE MANUEL CERDÀ

Me encantó este post de Manuel Cerdá y lo comparto totalmente: Escribir para mí es como respirar…


#5 Reasons Writing Is Important to the World

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Why Am I Writing? What’s the Point?

Stories have always been my language. I told myself stories all through childhood. I read voraciously. I playacted constantly, pretending I was characters in my favorite books. My imagination spun webs of wonder and possibility all around me. Life was never just what it was. It was always more. It was always a portal to something bigger, something that mattered: a story.

I thought that’s what the world was. I thought that was how everyone saw the world.

Then, of course, I grew up. I became a writer, not so much because I wanted to do anything big and important, but because that something big and important was already a part of me. All that passion and wonder of storytelling was something that just flowed out of me. I couldn’t help but share it.

Except it seemed most people didn’t see stories the way I did. I’d close a book or come out of a movie, and the world would be shining because of the power I’d just experienced—the portal to immortality I’d just glimpsed. But others would just shrug. “Yeah, it was fun.”

Slowly, disillusionment crept in. I have always maintained, based on my own experiences as much as anything, that stories should be more than mere entertainment and escapism. That, indeed, they must be. Yet everywhere I looked, it seemed that’s all other people were getting out of their stories.

Is that all stories are? A soporific drug to numb our minds against the difficulties, confusion, and sometimes downright horror of our lives?

Is that what I’ve spent my life in pursuit of, as both a reader and a writer? Am I and a small handful of others the only ones who see stories as more and are affected by them on a soul-deep level?

Are Stories a Force for Evil?

Depressed yet? Let’s take it one step farther. Disillusioning as it may be to think of stories as a mere neutral force in the world, what if it’s worse than that? What if they’re actually a force for evil?

Anjelica Huston’s wicked stepmother has a line in Andy Tennant’s Cinderella retelling Ever After that always makes me snicker. She self-assuredly puts down her step-daughter with the pert declaration:

People read because they cannot think for themselves.

It’s obviously a ridiculous statement. Just the reverse is true.

Isn’t it?

No culture in history has ever been so saturated with stories as ours. Books, movies, television. Mass media connects us all and is undeniably used as a tool for propaganda. As writers, we are influenced by popular fiction in all its forms, even as it grows ever more violent, ever more gratuitous.

Sometimes I find myself asking, “Am I sharing my truths—or someone else’s?” Could it be that my stories and I are only contributing to society’s downward spiral. Am I helping at all? Or am I maybe even hurting?

Continúa leyendo #5 Reasons Writing Is Important to the World


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Te quiero a ti

quiero que seas feliz

que sonrías

que sepas que el mundo es bello

y bueno y maravilloso.

Te puedes quedar por aqui

un rato más.

Quiero que te expandas

que brilles como el sol

que bailes

y que celebres.

Lo estás haciendo bien.

Sigue así.

Te ayudaré siempre.

Estoy aqui para ti.

Todo lo que quieras

Todo lo que desees

es para ti

aqui y ahora

por siempre.

Te amo.

Tu inspiración

Tolo lo que necesitas

está dentro de ti.

Puedes hacerlo

puedes lograrlo.




Isabella A. Campbell, 2016