Pen and Paper

I want to write. Something.
So much emphasis is put on writing throughout education, but teachers and professors never open up the writing realm to anything creative. To anything the writer wishes to write. Everything must follow the given prompt and a specific structure. We must write down long, fancy words that no one truly knows the definition to so that we may appear smart. We must follow the five paragraph structure to the dot. Anything that fails to do so is unacceptable. That is what we have learned. That is what we have been taught. So we have adapted to dread writing. The words we put on pages no longer have any meaning. They are bullshitted thoughts with a few words changed with the thesaurus option. There is no longer a passion to write. There is only hatred.

I took a Creative Writing class my first quarter of college that opened my eyes. The class showed me that writing can have meaning. It showed me that words can once again be genuine instead of the crap we write every two weeks. At the beginning of every class we had a freewriting exercise. We were told to push our limits, to step beyond our boundaries, to get out of our comfort zone and write.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
~Charles Peguy

I want to write. Someday.
Not because I have to. But because I want to.