In my English class in my junior year of high school, my teacher once gave us a journal assignment to start the class off titled “Life.” I paused, realizing I was at a roadblock and didn’t know what to write. What to write about my life, or life in general. I realized how many different aspects there are to life. It’s everyday tasks, exciting events like concerts and dance performances. It’s everything you do, every moment of your life. Life is so mysterious and full of surprises. I could write about anything, and not one thing in particular could come to mind. What could I write about? I feel as though sometimes everything we are asked to write in our lives feels so concrete and specific, that when it comes to being free to do or say what we like, we can’t fathom any thought of our own. Throughout high school, each paper or assignment you do has a specific prompt, or set of directions you need to follow in order to receive a good grade, leaving no room for creativity. Creativity is a beauty of life that needs more exploration. People need to stop living in fear about what others will think of what they have to say. Write about the first thing that comes to mind. Say it. No matter what it is, just say it. Those around you may find it an incredible idea, disagree with you, or simply not understand what you mean. Either way, just talk, write, and say what you know, feel, or desire. I’ve written notes so often on various topics that pop into my head, because I wanted to eventually find the courage to share them, which recently began with this blog. Yet, while slouching in English class, thoughts of what to write started running through my mind, but I didn’t pick up the pen. I can tell myself that I didn’t think what I wanted to write was what the teacher was expecting for the prompt, or it wasn’t school appropriate. But the teacher wouldn’t have cared, and it was just fine for school.
I should have picked up the pen.