Well, I recently rediscovered a love for writing that I've been ignoring for a long time. So, I started writing a book. I'm thinking i may want to post excerpts at some point, for critiquing purposes and so on, so I'm going to make this thread. I'm just going to post a piece that I wrote in an online journal for now, because it's really short and won't end in "that was too fucking long you douche, I'm not even going to bother." So here it is. Let me know if you liked it or hated it or think it was just plain shit, or whatever it is, if you would like to. I know the piece is a bit fruity, but I'm more interested in commentary on my writing style. Any input is appreciated. Thanks.
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Invisible Walkways
The more I think about it now, the more I feel like my life has been something akin to a treetop walk, in which I believe the whole canopy is paved in every direction, and every direction is a possibility. But as soon as a step is taken I quickly discover whether or not there was really anything there to stand on. Sometimes the fall is far, and extremely painful. Sometimes, I'm cushioned by a nice piece of lush undergrowth. I like it when that happens. If I'm feeling really lucky, that piece of undergrowth might turn into a trampoline, and save me the usual long walk back to the top, so I don't have to start again. I hate starting again.
Is this analogy relevant, I hear you asking? Well, in all honesty, probably not. Sure, I could have used whatever situation I felt like to explain how I feel about life right now. Maybe even a box of chocolates, but I'm pretty sure I've heard that one somewhere before. The point is, life is like language. It's easy to explain to yourself, but whether or not anyone else gets what you're seeing, or what you're saying, is a totally different story.
I think we should all keep that in mind when we try to tell other people how we feel.
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Invisible Walkways
The more I think about it now, the more I feel like my life has been something akin to a treetop walk, in which I believe the whole canopy is paved in every direction, and every direction is a possibility. But as soon as a step is taken I quickly discover whether or not there was really anything there to stand on. Sometimes the fall is far, and extremely painful. Sometimes, I'm cushioned by a nice piece of lush undergrowth. I like it when that happens. If I'm feeling really lucky, that piece of undergrowth might turn into a trampoline, and save me the usual long walk back to the top, so I don't have to start again. I hate starting again.
Is this analogy relevant, I hear you asking? Well, in all honesty, probably not. Sure, I could have used whatever situation I felt like to explain how I feel about life right now. Maybe even a box of chocolates, but I'm pretty sure I've heard that one somewhere before. The point is, life is like language. It's easy to explain to yourself, but whether or not anyone else gets what you're seeing, or what you're saying, is a totally different story.
I think we should all keep that in mind when we try to tell other people how we feel.
