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Sunday morning mind wanderings…

Cyranny

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I never wanted fame. It is easy to say, I know… Everything is easy to say. It is the way to say it that makes us who we are. We live the same joys, suffer the same pains, seek the same dreams and have the same fears… We use the same words, just not the same way.

We paint with words, we knit thoughts, we make thoughts melodies… Hoping. Hoping the way we see life will reach other people’s hearts. We don’t get to choose who will be moved, and it is the beauty of words. You never know how they will resonate under the brushing look of a reader.

If I wanted my face on the façade of bookstores, or the title of my latest book to provoke murmurs in chic litterary circles, I wouldn’t be here. I would spend all my free time bent over a notebook, writing and rewriting my sentences a hundred times, to make every word fit perfectly. I would work in the darkness, to send out only gems, carefully polished, for the world to see.

Instead, I choose to let myself be clumsy and spontaneous. I give my words to anyone who cares to read them. And my only paycheck is the feedback I get on my comment box. It suffices me, although I wouldn’t mind if it also paid the bills. Who would?

I don’t want fame, because this is not about me. I am just the vessel of my thoughts. I will not leave children behind me, to prolong the memory of what I’ve been, when I die. All that will be left of me, will be these bits and pieces of my mind, lingering in time.

I don’t want millions of people to adore me without knowing who I am. I don’t want masses to mourn me, when they never even crossed my path.

But I hope, someday, someone will fall upon some of my words, and running through my story, will end up setting their glasses on the table and thinking for themselves…

Oh, how I wish I had known her…

 

 

Via today’s Daily Prompt: Famous

29 thoughts on “Sunday morning mind wanderings…”

  3. This was so nice. You made me a little teary eyed which is a good thing. LOL my mom always says you can gauge how good a book is by the amount of kleenex that I went through. I was able to connect to your writing and I enjoy when that happens.

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    1. Awww Jay-lyn,, thank you so much for the touching comment!! There is no better feeling, when you write something, than to know someone connected with the thoughts you tried to translate into words… You totally made my day!! (sorry for the delay… I was at work all afternoon and evening, and didn’t have much time to answer comments in between calls… But your comment followed me throughout my whole shift!! Thank you again 🙂 🙂 🙂 )

      *Big big hugs*

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  5. Ode to my Kindy Teacher

    How I wish I had known her
    And not outgrown her
    words that had clattered out
    like a runaway train.
    And wandered about
    off the tracks again and again
    only to return where she had been
    to the central theme
    Which was love.

    How I wish I had touched her
    And somehow clutched her
    subtle truths
    so recklessly painted
    into her wild word
    by rules untainted
    And wonder know
    She might still be heard
    Speaking from above.

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    1. Well, I am glad I had this brief chat with myself this morning, after seeing the Daily Prompt’s “Famous” theme of the day.

      This is one lovely ode to that special teacher… 🙂 And it reminded me that a couple of weeks back, I found the adress of my 5th grade teacher (when I was 9 or 10 years old). I am considering writing to him to tell him about the influence he had on me… But I still wonder if that would be creepy… I think I’d like to get a letter like that, but I can be weird, sometimes….

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      1. I think, in truth, that I may have been thinking of a composite of several early female mentors. Although one in particular stands out who had little regard for convention in general and possibly especially not for conventional education. All the more inspiring as a result.

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      2. Isn’t it fascinating, how we humans influence each other constantly, sometimes without even noticing it until it kicks in years later? 🙂

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  7. I love this post. It’s so sincere and genuine. I hope to be remembered fondly by those who know me, and that my failings will be forgotten, and it would be nice if people would say, “You would have liked her.” when I’m gone.

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    1. Thank you, Candice 🙂 I usually prefer to hang around fiction, but once in a while I end up allowing people a little walk in my head… I am glad the genuineness shines through, when I do. I have absolutely no doubt you’ll be fondly remembered 🙂 Your kindness will live on in the hearts of your loved ones! xx

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