A Letter to the Universe
Jessica P.
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I once read a book I really liked. I think the best way to describe the book was youth. The youth that does not come from spring, but from summer. Vibrant. Beautiful. Tall green trees with sunlight filtering through it. Unyielding. That was the theme I was shooting for. However, now that I think about it, I think all the plans I made were fruitless. I was going to write stories, but I ended up pouring my emotions on the paper instead, which I think is kind of funny, because I always feel reluctant to write about my emotions more than anything. However, at the end of me writing this piece of writing, I couldn’t bear to erase it; the words felt too genuine to rip it into shreds. I think I was both lucky and unlucky to experience all the emotions. I felt anger with its ugliness and wrong delightfulness. But then I also felt sadness much sooner than I thought. I felt its bareness with only its heavy heart. Its childish dependency and the impatient yearning for the sickness to pass. Lastly, I had also felt hope. How it tastes like a sweetness that bursts in your mouth. A delicate cake with pure white frosting, a heart that is dropped into sweet sparkling water. It’s crazy that I felt it all in one week, but I was only able to write this after days of waiting. I think it is only right to dedicate it to the universe.
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I think creativity is about looking at the world a bit more differently. It doesn't need to be a drastic change of worldview, but I think it is about taking the things in your life and appreciating it, good or bad, and let it be your inspiration for your art.
