The past weekend has been rough. I
am in the wake of graduating and for the first time since I began my collegiate
career I was told a research paper I wrote was not worthy of any grade value. As
a writer, any type of writing I present to a world is a jewel I crafted, and to
find this jewel worthless in fact made me feel worthless. I won’t go into
details over the debacle I had with the teacher over the issue, for those
matters and problems are private, but it wore on me so much that I allowed my
other classwork to slip into oblivion. As with the previous post, I took solace
in books and quotes I once read. I surrounded myself with those words to block
out the pending break within myself.
The
last post remains in the construction zone of crafting words to page; I cannot
finish. I buried myself in the trenches of painful mistakes and plummeted beneath
the rosary for all my sins outweighed my penance. Yet, as I rummaged through
Facebook a familiar face appeared through a Huffington Post story, the one of
J.K. Rowling.
Now, I
know that Rowling is not a great American Author, but she is an Author of great
integrity to her craft. I remember, in my youth, I found myself captivated by
Harry Potter, and his ability to prevail despite what he appeared as. I clicked
on her article, and found her words once again resonating with who I was as an
individual. I didn’t need to give up, I just needed to stand up and find who I
was in the world today, even if that didn’t coincide with what others thought
of me.
Author’s
words are needed. Whether a place to find a solemn friend, or a castle to build
your life around, or even a man that burns barns for injustice; we need words.
The
link is at the bottom of the page to the story. If you are struggling, I hope
you find her words a ledge to help yourself up.
