If like me, you have read a lot, seen a lot, and of course, strained your eyes a lot, you must have been told something similar to the lines of, “You read too much!” or “The way you read, you must write as well”. The former is phrased its way into becoming my motto, and the latter something that was just, there...
The multiple times I heard teachers, guardians, and parents telling me to apply my reading knowledge to creative aspects of my life, I absorbed the message that as a reader, a defining purpose in my life was to be a writer. So, when I was 8, I started trying to write a book. I went and read up on how. My findings tattooed themselves into a part of my mind. At the time, certain concepts only felt like they could be applied to writing, and to authors. Now, thirteen-year-old me wishes to reflect, introspect, and y’all are stuck with me.
If you go to certain websites about writing, one of them will surely tell you not to title a piece until you are done writing it. Reflect on the piece, apply it to real life, and you’ll get why it resonates with me.
Getting a little deeper into it, exploring the different layers. This concept to me means, “Do not define anything unless you know it top to bottom, back and front”. It is so easy to label something, someone, by viewing only an aspect or maybe two. Nobody fully knows anyone, not even ourselves. It has become a subconscious excuse, an excuse to excuse the toxic trait ascription that has taken over our world, and turned it into something dystopian when it comes to the unique, concentrated, individual makeup of every single inhabitant of the Earth.
The same can easily go for objects and other animals. Who, and what decides the worth of anything? How is something useless, and how is something not? The world is not what it seems to be, and we need to embrace that.
Why slap them on, when there are no titles required, nor solicited.
