A Story With No Direction

Endless Wandering

 I've always dreamt of writing my own story. Something that I could call a work of my own, even if it wasn't the best. For any work that exists, only exists because of the time and effort that was invested into the making of it which eventually leads it to becoming a reality. I think that's one thing modern-day society tends to not realize, as we all have the potential to create something new but focus on consumption more than creativity instead, always valuing the quantity more over the quality due to how an increase in production makes people more powerful, where people are always following what's in demand rather than what truly makes us feel free and happy. It's not that there's anything wrong with people prioritizing finances over dreams first, as if we do not survive, the possibility of dreams becoming true will never exist just like the works that people make itself. But then again, what if people are prioritizing the wrong thing? What if money wasn't supposed to exist? There's always that leaning question of what if there was no greed? If everyone could just do whatever they wanted, with no certain goal or future to worry about and only focusing on the present which eventually lead to my idea of just writing a story of my own with no direction, purely written through feelings and emotions. Sure it might sound unstable, there might never be an ending. This personal project of mine could never be touched again which leads to concern of wasting time, but really time is never wasted when everything has a meaning. Everyone in this world helps give the world meaning, not because we were told to or because we had the goal to give it meaning, but because of everyone's existences alone, that help give the world more depth that nobody could ever imagine. It's just the curse of human emotions that make us feel empty, which isn't due to a person being ungrateful but because it's hard to even believe in meaning when it can't even be seen. It's something that's always been a part of us, inside. Maybe, to live and to live some more is the answer to the unknown rather than eternal slumber, not for a goal to achieve, but so we can let our hearts wander, and to just take the time to feel the world, and when I mean feeling the world I mean not looking at society, but just looking at the current state of the world. Sure it might be polluted, perhaps it might look ugly on some parts, but if we keep on searching for a reason to believe that this world still has something good to offer, then it will give us a simple reason to stay and give us the momentum to move forward whether it lies in music, nature, self-discovery, games, or maybe a certain someone who means a lot to us, then that's already enough for life to be meaningful. For the world, to have depth and beauty within it because money, is not what saves us in the end. It's all about following our hearts, as to what makes us human, and learning to feel our emotions rather than to let it control us or to lock us in only one perspective forever.  

A Story With No Direction

Oh my goodness... my thoughts are everywhere, I hope I'm not yapping too much. But anyways back to my main point, I just want to write a story from which there's simply no direction. I want to be absolutely creative with this, without the fear of being judged for the plot, without the fear of feeling like I have to follow all the "rules" as to what makes a good story. To prove that sometimes it can actually be good for our minds to wander only when it's dedicated into the right place. So yeah... I don't know how many years it's going to take me to even finish this story. I don't even know the genre. For it could end up being a mixture of psychological horror and romance, or maybe something that can only be interpreted for the reader to decide. I think that's the fun of it, moving forward with no limitations or societal expectations to hold me back, to just act on my own accord without worrying so much as to what I'm even supposed to do. For the emotions, thoughts, and moments we feel can have some good to them along with truth. Sure, they got their cons too, but if we learn to make them useful to ourselves then perhaps it could give us something more valuable through this journey known as "life." Okay... I think I'm really getting ahead of myself now, I'll conclude this blog post here before it gets even more confusing but if you made it this far from reading the very beginning of this post all the way to the end, then thank you... LOL. My mind will always keep on running with words than my own mouth can ever be able to do, and I think that's where the benefits of writing a story with no direction comes in, because I can just... start adding words that actually mean something to me, writing something that has an intention and getting rid of that empty page. Maybe, this is what society really needs to focus more on, creating rather than producing or consuming. Anyways that's all for real, thank you for reading this once again. I know my thoughts are often a lot, but I hope they're able to give you a bigger perspective of things in a positive way.