Getting to Know You
Writing is the elixir of my life. It represents an outlet of all the moments of
happiness and sadness that I have been getting through in my life, whether on the
social level or on the professional level. Certainly it shrinks the moments of pain
and celebrates with me the moments of success. Sometimes, when enthusiasm
dominates me and my mind fumbles with ideas while I am in the middle of writing,
I feel as if I am conflicting vertigos in the middle of a mad sea. Other times,
moments of depression attempts to creep into my inner self. Immediately, they
would continue to creep into my face to make it pale with unprecedented wrinkles
that might appear all of sudden to interpret themselves into words on papers.
My writings reflect my face that has been divided into two parts with black
and white colors. Therefore, I have been dying all the principles and morals tackled
in my writings with black and white as well. I have never let the grey color slip into
my face and automatically would not let it into my writings. Sometimes, the black
color desires to penetrate the white color to smear it in my writings, but my
conscience is like a bee that stings at the decisive moments. There are moments of
my life when I feel that I need my face to be colorless, but that means that my
writings will be valueless and will be insignificant. We meet writers who tend to put
on different masks to reveal them in their writings. They change these masks while
writing according to the circumstances of life, but I definitely refuse that kind of
attitude for any reason. In other words, I would not let myself fall into Hamlet’s
psychological dilemma trap or be Brutus’s dagger that assassinates any values.
Portraits of everyday life painted by common people are the stems of my
inspiration for my writings .These portraits impose themselves involuntarily upon
life to build pyramids of unique and deep experiences inside my brain’s memory
whose capacity would receive and reacts towards experiences more than normal
human memory. If the heart normally pumps blood via arteries, my heart will
always pump words borne with a blend of feelings and emotions. I do not see
myself Adam who gets tempted by the Tree of Knowledge .Resisting any
temptations that would be against my beliefs is a principle rooted inside my inner
self .I have been getting through several tests to prove my strength of not yielding
to any factors and I attain success up till this moment aspiring to continue adhering
to this attitude.
When the moment that incites me to write dawns on my mind, I step into an
out-of-time circle in an attempt to oxygenate all my body, so I achieve a
‘purification’ state. This state eliminates all my life’s concerns to illuminate the path
to the process of writing. Physically, I view my body as a concrete entity, but inside
the circle, I am an elusive creature roaming everywhere to gain knowledge. At this
point, I control the world in my hands in order to fit my code of ethics into my
writings.
When I jot down the words on the paper using a pen, I feel that I write on
the water surface, on the tree leaves while the fresh spring breeze is scattering my
hair, the bird enchantment is soothing my otitis media and the colorful flowers are
healing my congested nose and the azure sky is relieving my insomniac eyes. I let
the sun penetrate my skin to brighten my mind, so I do not stagger through a dark
labyrinth to the future. I have to live moments of catharsis to anatomize many
situations in life and to attain vital depth of comprehending the significance of life.
Definitely, these moments will lead me to write about any materials bearing
comprehensive and wise concepts.
I do not care so much about what the book market needs. I write about what
I desire regardless of any elements that could prevent me from doing so. That is
attributed to the idea that when the ideas flows in my minds, it is like a river is
flowing and any barriers in its middle would not cease that flowing. I do not like to
feel that my freedom is restricted for any reason although that this would hurt me
financially. I may be mistaken, as one should make reasoning overcome
emotionality. All the people around me have different opinions about this issue.
Some think that creating hindrances related to selecting the topics and their
contents could be hindrance in the way of creativity and innovation. Others believe
that our everyday financial burdens would eventually make me yield to the needs of
the book markets while hurling any genuine significance for my writings.