I am a writer.
Yet, I horribly despise the actual act of writing. I have trouble sitting still and focusing on one thing. Just the thought of opening up a blank page and actually typing out my thoughts fills me with dread. My thoughts tend to move faster than my fingers can type and I lose myself often.
But still I am a writer. And by that I mean that what I do love�what I live for, really�is to communicate ideas. I think writing is really just to take one thing in the world and connect it to another thing in a way that has never been done before. "Love is like a cobra, a peach tree is like justice, etc."
And in that sense, I write all the time, I just hardly ever type.
I think what I would love to do, and perhaps what I am truly best at, is be an orator. A teller of stories, not a writer of them. There is so much gained by inflection, tone, facial expression and body movement.
I think this is what made me a good preacher.
I wish there was a secular equivalent of that.
6:01 p.m. - 2012-08-13
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