Allo scrittore pieno di esitazioni

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.  

Lascia che ti dica questo, giovane scrittore. E ho bisogno che tu apra il tuo cuore, la tua anima e la tua mente a ciò che sto per dirti. Non sono in molti a dirtelo.

Ciò che scrivete ha un significato. L'avete scritto per guarire voi stessi e qualcuno, da qualche parte, ha bisogno di sentire ciò che avete da dire. Qualcuno, da qualche parte, sarà guarito con le tue parole. Stop worrying if it’s all been said before, because it has been, but it has never been said by you. Siete gli unici a poter scrivere dalla vostra prospettiva unica, che deve essere condivisa con il mondo.

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—dobbiamo sperimentare il dolore.  

Tutti noi abbiamo vissuto cose orribili nella nostra vita. E tutti abbiamo modi diversi di affrontarle. Avete bisogno di scrivere, di esprimere, di gridare dai tetti. Perché forse, quando gridate, la vostra voce suonerà come una canzone per qualcuno.

Tutti abbiamo qualcosa da gridare, da cantare, da sussurrare. And if we don’t let it out of our souls, it will rust and intoxicate our blood, to the point of emotional death.  

Lei è uno scrittore perfetto. Non tutto ciò che scrivete sarà perfetto, ma voi siete perfetti, perché ci provate ed esprimete. Prendete la paura intrappolata nelle vostre dita e la usate per scrivere. Usate la vostra paura per scrivere, scarabocchiare o graffiare.  

You doubt yourself daily. Wonder if writing is even worth it anymore. Wonder if you’ll ever make yourself into something. Ma vi assicuro che se non ci provate mai, non ci riuscirete mai. 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.  

Sarete sempre uno scrittore e dovrete sempre scrivere. Perché quello che dici è importante 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