Writing is a long journey. It requires countless hours of reflection and internal dialogue within our minds while we pen our thoughts down. There’s no immediate reward for it except the feeling of getting our pent-up feelings and thoughts out into the world.
Becoming a good writer or even a prolific one isn’t something that happens overnight. It takes persistence and years of practice to learn and develop the craft, of putting in the time to mull over the details of our prose, of editing every last sentence and word.
We may feel like there is no reward at the end of the tunnel, as if we’re spending time on something that will not yield some life-changing reward. But it may not be about a reward that’s waiting for us. Writing is like holding up a mirror to our thoughts rather than creating a tangible object that has some utility or function such as a chair or a tool. It doesn’t necessarily have to have a monetary or practical value, since even filling up a journal could bring joy and meaning to us.
Rather, this long journey of finding our voice, of developing our style, of putting ideas and stories down on paper, is what gives life and brings meaning to our ideas and thoughts before they disappear.
