William Shakespeare is considered as the greatest poet of all time. Maybe he is, and I'm not saying he's not. Not only did he create unbelievable stories (true to life or plain made-up, they sure hell were great), he also gave whole new meanings to a lot of things. He even gave love depth; not that love is shallow or anything.
I was rummaging through my stuff and stumbled upon the "Shakespeare" ribbon I received way back in first year highschool. Back then I wrote a lot of things. I wrote everyday, about anything and everything. I haven't a clue where I put my writings though, so I wouldn't really know if I was any good back then, or just as sucky as I currently am.
I wish to write genuinely. I wish I was the old me who can write things not mainly out of sadness or fear or heartache. I want to write because I want to, and I need to. They say that writing is a form of self expression, and I'm guilty because I have been using writing only to express my grief, and sadness, and longing. Why can't I write about the good things in life? Why can't I be "Mr. Sunshine" once again?
Shakespeare knew love like he knew nothing else (well, besides being kick-ass in writing). He wrote about the great heights that people would go for love, and how people would fight across treacherous waves and dive into the great deeps just to find love. He made people believe that love, if given to and received from the right person (given the right circumstances and perfect timing) could be the greatest experience a man could ever have. With his works he made his audience float upon clouds and hear endless odes to love. But I guess what makes Shakespeare great, and different from others is that he did not write to deceive people. Sure he made wonderful stories about love, but he countered it with how things, especially relationships, couldn't and wouldn't work. He depicted love as something tangible and attainable, yet he also wrote how love could just go poof on you. He wrote about love, and how to unlove, and what people do when they lose love.
I want to be like William Shakespeare, and maybe someday I will be. Maybe I'll live a wealthy life, greatly revered in the world of literature. Or I might just be another struggling, minimum wage receiver writer living alone in a crummy apartment.
I was rummaging through my stuff and stumbled upon the "Shakespeare" ribbon I received way back in first year highschool. Back then I wrote a lot of things. I wrote everyday, about anything and everything. I haven't a clue where I put my writings though, so I wouldn't really know if I was any good back then, or just as sucky as I currently am.
I wish to write genuinely. I wish I was the old me who can write things not mainly out of sadness or fear or heartache. I want to write because I want to, and I need to. They say that writing is a form of self expression, and I'm guilty because I have been using writing only to express my grief, and sadness, and longing. Why can't I write about the good things in life? Why can't I be "Mr. Sunshine" once again?
Shakespeare knew love like he knew nothing else (well, besides being kick-ass in writing). He wrote about the great heights that people would go for love, and how people would fight across treacherous waves and dive into the great deeps just to find love. He made people believe that love, if given to and received from the right person (given the right circumstances and perfect timing) could be the greatest experience a man could ever have. With his works he made his audience float upon clouds and hear endless odes to love. But I guess what makes Shakespeare great, and different from others is that he did not write to deceive people. Sure he made wonderful stories about love, but he countered it with how things, especially relationships, couldn't and wouldn't work. He depicted love as something tangible and attainable, yet he also wrote how love could just go poof on you. He wrote about love, and how to unlove, and what people do when they lose love.
I want to be like William Shakespeare, and maybe someday I will be. Maybe I'll live a wealthy life, greatly revered in the world of literature. Or I might just be another struggling, minimum wage receiver writer living alone in a crummy apartment.
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