Day 306: Date a writer

The Irony of life is that you never get what you bargained for. Not everything goes in your way and you get the things you did not ask for but settles for it anyway. Luck is a great factor in every outcome no matter how people wish to disagree with it. Another things is that, you will fight for something that you always wanted but will fall short of it. So here you are an expert of something that even you do not have. Ever notice how writers who topics love, gets it the least?

They are great since they don't experience it firsthand. The illusion of perfection is there. Idealism rise to the point that even the experienced ones would agree with them. Because in the end of the day, everyone is a sucker for a happy ending. Seeking the love they thought they deserve but could not obtain so they settle on writing.

Imagine having multiple people fall in love with your works yet not a single soul falls in love with you. Ironic how they fall in love with the pieces of you but cannot seem to fall for the whole you. It is like appreciating the fruits while ignoring the essence of the tree. You can write stories of love and even love letters yet you tremble at the mere sight of the person you love. Every idealistic view you have is shattered in front of reality. No matter how great your works are you will always be a sucker for a person you love. You will immortalize her with your words, poems and proses but you cannot confess your feelings. therefore, you keep writing for her while accepting the fact that you can never be together despite you not trying in the first place. the case of hopeless writers who fall in love is that they are so afraid of rejection that sometimes opportunity spat them of the face and still go unnoticed. I guess no guts no glory.

Do us a favor, give them a chance. The people who sought love but too afraid so they resort to their pens and papers. Because no matter how beautiful the words you arrange for them, nothing beats the feeling of the one you love smiling back at you. Every pieces of work that a writer makes pales in comparison to the possibility of having the person for a lifetime.