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What Writing means to Me
You thought Movie Philosophy was the only thing to be added, huh?
Nope, I work in threes, baby!
Here’s a funny thing about writing for me. Of the three hobbies of mine (Playing Video Games, watching Movies and Writing. Hmmm, wonder if these hobbies were visible on this blog somehow…) writing probably came most recently.
Most being a relative term, of course, I’ve been writing at the very LEAST ever since I was 14. But as shown with how my mind seemed to work while I was stepping out of my comfort zone of Sonic the Hedgehog games to OTHER genres, it admittedly takes some time for me to figure out stuff that would probably be obvious to others.
One of them being that writing a blog… is ALSO writing.
I used to be the same way about documentaries in relation to movies. I wasn’t interested in “movies” where you mostly just saw a guy looking into the camera and explaining stuff. I want to be IN the action, damn it!
But as I slowly learned the nuances of documentaries and how they provide their “stories” and “messages” in a different way, my mind slowly wrapped itself around the idea that writing a blog can in fact work just as well for me as writing fiction would (which is what I personally specialize in).
It is one thing to write a fictional story with interconnected plots moving around that engage the reader into the world and event that they’re taking part of through reading.
It is another thing to look deep within yourself, and to then (with as much honesty as possible) lay your actual thoughts in the open after all the reflecting.
Writing and Me
So yeah, writing. When you boil everything down to it, that’s what this was all about, wasn’t it?
I love games. That’s why this place is called Game Philosophy. I also love movies… I mean, so do a lot of people.
But writing is probably what I spend my time doing the most passionately. I play games to learn about myself because I want to be aware of my weaknesses as I write. I watch movies that challenge my beliefs so that I can write about it. Basically by the end of everything my motives can be very easily linked to writing.
And that’s not without reason. For me, writing is how I prove my own existence. Throughout my life I’ve had a lot of fears. Mostly they involve whether there is meaning in it. The more I delve into science the more I feel like we are all just space dust forming together through adaptation until finally we return to the dust ourselves.
And to be honest, that scares me. I’m afraid of the idea that my time on this plane of existence would be forgotten. As if I never even existed to begin with.
The more I write the more I can accept that I DO exist. I can read back all my writings that I did all of that. I leave my mark on the world by noting down my thoughts, my beliefs, my happiness, my sadness.
I watch videos online to improve my writing and I can show off how I have improved in some way because of it. I read back on my writings and find out I have grown as a person.
I look around me and see that I am living with my amazing girlfriend. We’re the owners of two cats who we love very much. I have officially put that down in writing. It’s a part of history for me now. It’s real. And I am so grateful that it is.
So what does writing mean to me? Memories. They’re snapshots of my thoughts and beliefs at the time they ended up on the paper or screen. Whether I agree with what’s on the page or screen is another matter, what matters is that they represent the moment I decided to lay my thoughts in the open and prove that I once held these beliefs and thoughts. It gives me the ability to look back and compare. When I write, it’s just as much for others as well as myself. There’s something comforting about the idea that there is a future version of me who might be reading this and is able to think back at the thoughts I thought while I was writing this.
This post is part of a relaunch of this blog. You can read Part 1 and Part 2 of this blog by clicking the buttons below.