I am noticing that this blog has pretty much only consisted of journal entries lately. I don’t mind though, I kind of like it. I think it really encapsules my process when it comes to writing at the moment.
I’m not writing for anyone but myself. I write because because it gives me life. Because I love conversing with Him with words on a page. Because it’s my way of savouring moments, of capturing them to forever return back to. I write because I have to. I need it for things to make sense and I need it when they do, so that I can fully appreciate every second of it.
That’s why you’re currently getting journal entries. I just go with whatever inspires me and sparks my interest and then, every now and again, I share it on here.
Like with this one.
August 28, 2018
I just watched “this Beautiful Fantastic” and wow. Talk about a movie that inspires.
I don’t even really know what to say, I just know the feeling it awakened within me.
The same feeling I always get from reading Narnia, or any good story for that matter. The feeling of my heart expanding, my eyes being opened and something that had always been hidden inside of me without me knowing it, coming to life.
It’s a wonderful feeling, and even though I can’t quite put it into words, I know that it is the very thing I want to give to people.
That’s what I want them to experience when watching, hearing, or reading anything I create. Something inside them being awakened. Their hearts coming more alive and their eyes more open wide. I want them to suddenly see the beauty that was always hidden around and inside of them, the beauty that they didn’t know about- or did know about but despised- because they didn’t see it.
Really, really see it.
Maybe that’s what that feeling is.
Seeing something you deem as beautiful, as fantastic, only to suddenly realize that the same kind of seed is hidden deep within yourself.
Or meeting someone new and, while getting to know them, being hit with the reality that you were just reintroduced to a part of you that you had almost forgotten was in there.
I still can’t put my finger on what that awakened something inside me was, but I could feel it moving and I am determined to not let it fall back to sleep.