Al escritor lleno de vacilaciones

I can’t tell you how many nights I have sat there, written something, then cried over how I never thought it was good enough. I never felt like an excellent writer and I always felt like I would never be anything. So, this is for all the writers, who write with all they have, and still feel like they do not have a right to say it.  

You sit there and every day you write. You write all the gold that is trapped inside your soul, you write until your head is no longer full, and you write until your heart is satisfied. You write, all for what seems like nothing. Because after you write and reread it, you feel like it’s awful. You compare it to famous authors, you think it’s already been said, you think it’s not good enough to be said.  

Pero déjame decirte esto, joven escritor. Y necesito que abras tu corazón, tu alma y tu mente a lo que voy a decirte. No mucha gente te dirá esto.

Lo que escribes, tiene sentido. Lo escribiste para curarte a ti mismo y alguien, en algún lugar, necesita escuchar lo que tienes que decir. Alguien, en algún lugar, se curará con tus palabras. Stop worrying if it’s all been said before, because it has been, but it has never been said by you. Eres el único que puede escribir desde tu perspectiva única, y hay que compartirla con el mundo.

You have to write, there is a deep burning inside your soul, a deep ache in your limbs, stretching for a pen to scribble words onto paper. You are a writer, you don’t just want to write, you need to! And most of the time, you don’t want to. You don’t want to revisit that memory, you don’t want to feel that knife entering your back again, you don’t want to sweat from the fear again.  

We aren’t happy people. When we write, whether it’s about the joys in life, or the pains and sorrows, we have to feel some sort of discomfort. We don’t just feel the happiness and write, in order to feel that happiness, let alone write about it—tenemos que experimentar dolor.  

Todos hemos pasado por cosas horribles en nuestras vidas. Y todos tenemos distintas formas de afrontarlo. Necesitas escribir, necesitas expresarte, necesitas gritar a los cuatro vientos. Porque quizá, cuando grites, tu voz suene como una canción para alguien.

Todos tenemos algo que gritar, cantar o susurrar. And if we don’t let it out of our souls, it will rust and intoxicate our blood, to the point of emotional death.  

Es usted un escritor perfecto. No todo lo que escribas será perfecto, pero eres perfecto, porque lo intentas y lo expresas. Tomas el miedo atrapado en la punta de tus dedos y lo utilizas para escribir. Utilizas tu miedo para teclear, garabatear o rayar.  

You doubt yourself daily. Wonder if writing is even worth it anymore. Wonder if you’ll ever make yourself into something. Pero te prometo que si nunca lo intentas, nunca lo conseguirás. That itching feeling in your body you get when you grasp a pen, that’s your soul shouting to be released. That shiver down your spine when you see a beautiful notebook is your brain telling you to just let go, and feel. Your body is telling you to try. To do everything you can, to shout, whisper, sing, anything.  

Siempre serás escritor y siempre deberás escribir. Porque lo que usted dice importa to those who have felt your pain. Writing helps you, and you will forever need to continue to write. You may doubt yourself, fear you will never make something of it, and feel your writing is worthless. But I am telling you the truth when I say it is worth it. When I say you’re amazing. And that you are priceless, as is your writing.  

“If you can’t beat fear, do it scared.”  

by Kaitlynn Schrock