Another lesson learned
Let me be honest, writing is hard. The real reason behind this Truth is there is more than one single Truth in the world.
Every Writer I love taught me that:
- Art is stealing.
- You can’t really rebel against the Muse, or she gets angry. You have to obey, and write.
- You need to write with the door closed.
Learning by doing, so far, I helped everyone except myself.
The Artist is cursed by the Muse, those who look at the Opera are blessed by the Opera itself.
Why am I a Writer, after all? Because I still don’t give a sh** about myself.
Closing the door while writing means to open the Door to other people. When you fear other people, you’re cursing yourself.
Those are just words, simple words, but I’m a Poet.
Poetry is beautiful and sad at the same time, is another oximoron. More and more words you learn, more and more those become your Enemy.
Fighting against Demons is nice only if you don’t believe in them… and even if I’m an atheist, I still want to believe.
Virginia is a great teacher. The greatest.
