"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

for the sake of words


Every day countless amateur writers do their best to express their reality, fantasies, beauty, pain, joy, love, hope and dreams, using words in various ways, some with more skill than others, but nevertheless WE ALL WRITE. Does it matter how much time it takes to put down our thoughts? Does it matter how many words we use? In the end all that matters is the feeling left after reading our story… And the story of a life is like a staircase, a spiral made out of small pieces layed every day, just like a talented painter taking thousands of hours for the hundreds of colours and textures that conceive a work of art…
Strangers will come inside our space, read, watch, think and judge us, calling us talented, cheap, silly, special or unique. The way they interact with us is a reflection of their past life, experience, level of culture, personality… Some will understand, some will despise, some will copy, some will smile, some will cry…
So you, that read this words of mine:
Write something awesome every day or once in a year, but keep writing. Believe in yourself. Be true to your heart and mind.



200 words

memyselfandela, 2012

5 responses

  1. Reblogged this on memyselfandela.

    December 22, 2013 at 10:07

  2. Red

    Could have been “for the sake of life” … I love the metaphor “staircase”. Sometimes I wonder what we would have been had we not met all those we did meet … Today, from the depth of our souls, let’s thank them all – for the smiles, for the tears, for this amazing life … for the sake of life 🙂

    January 10, 2014 at 05:04

    • I wish it was that easy, Red. But it isn’t…
      I wish I could smile like you, but I cannot smile thinking of all… For some yes, but for some my heart bleeds…

      January 26, 2014 at 20:01

      • Red

        I uderstand just how you feel. But I am still grateful they came into my life … my love was true, will always be true. It was a yes then, it will be a yes always. To have loved, nothing else. What matters is not what became of us, what matters it that I lived them. I hope some day you find that peace that I found.

        January 31, 2014 at 16:43

      • I hope you realise that each human being has its own blessings and damnations. Your findings may not be mine or someone else’s. What for you may be possible for others will never be possible.
        Thank you for the comment.

        February 3, 2014 at 23:47

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