It’s
amazing how much a story can affect you. It can make you laugh, cry, love and
die with every breath a character takes. It can lift you up with wings of joy
or bring you down in dark sorrow. Such is the power of the written word.
There
is a beauty and a curse in this power. Through the scribbling of silent
writers, love has bloomed between couples; but also wars have been fought,
leading to many deaths that otherwise would not have happened had someone not
bothered to dip the fated quill.
As
writers and authors, much responsibility falls upon our shoulders. What we
write not only affects us, but others. As we pour our boiling emotions onto
paper for the relief it gives, they are swallowed by another who may not have
the ability to release them. Oh, how my heart aches as I write this! For them,
such a life is naught but eternal torment. Thus, we as scribes are required to
turn our torrent of words into carefully hewn chasms that will channel even our
negative energies into a restricted flow. Yes, we still wish our prose to prick
emotions into being, but only so much as they will edify and not condemn our unwitting
readers.
May God
bless my written words.
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