Writing for yourself

I was scanning the room to see the reasons people are coming here, to this group. It was a first for me to share the writing and hear others reading their thoughts. Do they need advice, look for ideas or simple want  a real connection with themselves. How important is the writing for yourself?

Yes, we are the pawns in the grand scheme of things and want to believe we are more than sand in the world. Dreaming of love and partners and kids loving you back and reciprocal feelings. In any relationship it seems to be a taker and a giver and the texts read tonight are expressing it clearly. Nothing new to dream and aspire and interpret the life through writing. Is the healing involved? I think that crystallizing the moment is one of my goals and revisiting and remembering emotions are on the second plan of my intentions.

I hope to come back and from the raw writing to come with a general idea for myself or others, like, don't flow with the anger, understand it and then try to find its origins, or can you explain for yourself why a certain memory is imprinted so vividly? Remember E and M running in front of you, and challenging each other, "the last is a rotten egg!" ? Hard to catch it in words, mostly in a short video or a picture.

People have baggage, life sediments, tumultuous past and angry life events. Based on their life, a framework of living is formed and whatever falls outside it is marked as foreign, strange and thrown away. It's the bubble of those unexplored life bits which make them emotional, angry, sad, meditative, happy or grateful. Are we coming to heal life or explore it through writing? Images have a larger impression on people than simple words, let's recognize it. I am for exploring daily  life and resonate to images and sounds and ideas. It is not necessarily cathartic but move my internal emotional landscape, like in an unfinished cathedral. There are moments where life is too powerful and gives me a lot to describe it but sometimes is just pure awe, the juxtaposition of words, people and events is memorable and indelible for my soul. Writing is complementary to my images, shots taken in my memory and remembered forever.

I am looking back, not in the mirror but in my modified past I remember; too many drawers still unopened, too many moments still alive but partially fading. I need to start backwards and put them in writing, in the light I embellished them. The life tracks are on your back and sometimes you forget to raise to the occasion and just live, imprint in memory and bring from other drawers references, images, extra features, because I have to admit, the writing as well as memory is just a by-product of your imagination of reality.

That comes with slowing down and taking in, being observant, being able to see life twitches and face struggles and grimaces and laughs and people looking in each other's eyes, lost in unrealized dreams.