Most juggle with duties and passions, trying our best to find time for all in our busy lives. My friends asked me when I find time to write if I am working all day and I have a home to tend to. My answer is that I set aside one hour for writing every day. I sit in my room and write my thoughts down, I scratch them and write them again in a different form. Some had asked me why do I write? But I am asking you why do we need air? Can we ask the grass why does it need rain? Can we ask the butterflies why do they need wings?
Every day, we receive a call from our duties. It may be the house calling to us, the children calling to us, the work calling to us. We probably wonder when do the painting and the poem call to us? Perhaps every day. But sometimes we are just too busy listening to everybody else instead of ourselves. Maybe it happens because we convince ourselves that we don’t have time for personal pursuits that bring us contentment if they take a long time. Maybe we just feel guilty for losing ourselves to our desires. Perhaps we don’t hear the whispers of our longings because we don’t want to hear. If we hear the call, we might have to acknowledge it and even respond. If we ought to learn to dance, draw, raise horses, build furniture, we might have to take a class or buy a book, fabric, or a pony.
Some will say that there is no time to be passionate because we have to be practical. Some things will have to wait until we have more time. We find excuses to push aside our longings or to ignore them until we are ready to admit that pursuing them it is essential for our happiness.
George Eliot said that “we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.”
Love,
Carmen Monica
Carmen Monica Oprea 