To Write is to Spill

Ernest Hemingway said “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” In this day, we sit at our bright-lighted laptops and submit our signal to our fast moving fingers. Our hands lift up useless words to those who don’t care to hear them. Our arms are wasting use of our muscles for pointless language. We write for the sake of writing. For our own sakes. For our followers’ sakes. For our so called confidence and self esteem. People like Hemingway wrote for sake of self. Sake of wisdom and grief. For the sake of heart and pain. Not for the sake of transcendence, but of acceptance of what is to come. Life is what it is: a simplistic difficulty of roller coaster circumstances. Write for you to come to terms with that. Write for others to meditate and discover. For the sake of the world’s self. Write for that. Sit at the keys and gush your blood and guts to the world. For the sake of all.