I suppose it was early morning
The earth lay cool and still
Suddenly a tiny bird
Perched upon my window sill
It sang so lovely
So carefree and so gay
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away
It seemed that the bird’s very song
Brought out the morning sun
I pulled back the covers
And crept slowly out of bed
Gently shutting the window
Farewell I bid
I’m not quite a morning person !
I don’t know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me,
That maybe we are stationed where God wants us to be.
That the little place I’m filling is the reason for my birth,
And just to do the work I do, He sent me down to earth.
If God had wanted otherwise I reckon He’d have made
me just a little different of a worse or better grade.
And since God knows and understands all things on land and sea;
I fancy that He placed me here just where He wanted me.
Sometimes I get to thinking as my labours I review;
That I should like a higher place, with greater things to do.
But I come to the conclusion when my envying is stilled;
That the post to which God sent me is the post He wanted filled.
So I plod along and struggle in the hope, when day is through;
That I’m really necessary, to the things God wants to do
And there isn’t any service I can give which I should scorn;
For it may be just the reason, God allowed that I be born!
We all must have started with the same things, hence we all landed here. By here, I mean this college. No, wait, let me clarify this. By here, I mean, a technical college- going for a professional degree. Early in our ages, we all saw the importance of money. Some way or another knew how hard it was to meet the ends. The means dried up long before the ends. So, with this mindset we all buckled up to get admission in a technical college. All developed their minds for the analytical framework. For years going after the logic, analysis, rules, limits, syntax…
But what if I say now ‘I want to be a writer’. I know saying this sound both cocky and bold, but I yearn to not give up on my budding aspiration to be a writer! However, it is not in any way a reality. I've spent most my childhood focusing on math, music and computers, with English being a side-note when included. The closest I passed on writing is some positive feedback during creative exercises and a few classics on my own time. The books which I have read state nothing about the beauty of the language or understand the essence of the writing. They all state how to solve a problem, state limitations, to understand the logic...
If I had not been a mathematical person may be it would have been easier to understand the beauty of language. However, I am willing to accept a double burden and learn how to write... but how in the world can I start at 20 years of age? Everywhere I go, people seem to tell me things such about letting the creative juices flow, and just expressing how I see things. As a math-oriented person, this sounds like a bunch of garble by people who believe that anyone with a pen can write a novel. I do not believe this! I am certain there must be a way to orient your mind to the language and consistencies of assembling a novel. If you can start learning computer programming languages like Basic and HTML and advance to JavaScript and C++, surely there is a basic beginning point for someone who wants to someday become a writer. Some suggested start reading. The best thing to do is to read, not necessarily for pleasure, but to examine how successful writers have done it and then settle down and write. Get that first draft down; hopefully after a bit of planning ahead of time (although there are those who believe that planning is a waste of time). I tried that but it looks like I will have to train my mind to see beyond logic and facts and notice language and style of writing. I will find the means to survive and meet the ends even if the ends are ten years of preparation down the line!
