Sometimes, you just want to be understood. You don’t want to explain… you don’t want to pretend… or lie… You don’t want to have to make excuses.
You just want to be. And you want that to be enough.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted in my life. It’s a human thought, isn’t it? To want to know that just being you, with your faults, your shortcomings, with your joys, your passions…
To want to know, for one brief moment in time that you… are enough.
I’ve always taken people as they were. I love watching the masks fall away, watching the lies fall by the wayside, and watching people become who they are.
I love them for their scars, and the tales they can tell. For the battles they’ve won, the hardships they’ve faced, and survived. The people and the past-times they’ve fallen in love with.
I love them as they come. And I’ve always hoped they realized that I always did what I could to love them as they were– that I truly wanted to understand them as they were.
I always wished I knew what it felt like to be understood. To be loved and understood and accepted for who and what I was.
But then how can I hope to find such things, when at times I find I don’t even know myself?
But how many of us can claim to truly know who we are, or why we do the things we do?
I’ve always thought it was my job to dig deeper into human nature. To understand what drives us to do the things we do. Why we love the things we love, why we hate the things we hate, why we fear the things we fear. What kind of a writer could I be without knowing the nature of those I create my stories for? How can I hope to reach up through those pages and touch the hearts and souls of others if I cannot begin to know what they care about?
I want to pen the words that reach into your heart. I want to find the words to tear you open and make you look deep inside yourself. I want to open your eyes and your heart to the things that drive you, to the passion that burns deep within you.
I want to force you to face your deepest fears.
I want to move you, to awaken you unto this world, and unto yourself. Then I want you to do the same to others, who in turn, can do the same.
I want to brighten your day. I want to make you smile. I want to bring tears to your eyes and make your heart ache in your chest.
I want to remind you what it is to truly feel, as you were always meant to feel. Love, hate, horror, passion, strife, heartache.
I want to make you realize what it is to be understood as you are, what drives you, what scares you, what touches you, what stirs your passions.
I want to awaken you unto yourself. To show you what it is, to truly understand this world, this life such as it is.
I hope to awaken you to yourself, if I can. And as I find bits and pieces of my soul buried within those pages, in my quest to share the worlds inside my head with all of you, as I read back over them and find myself hidden within them, perhaps one day I will find myself made whole by my efforts, and at last, I will find the understanding I’ve always hoped for.