Today marks the day of the commencement of my very first Literary Project. In all honesty, I still have not a clue what I am going to write. I still have no story plot in mind, no characters, no moral to convey to the world. All I have right now is the will to write and the courage to express everything in my heart.
Maybe by the end of the day, that's all any writer really needs?
This post is just going to be a little brain storming session with myself. I'll think of where I want to start off the story and if I want it to be a first person narration or something else.
I want to start off the story from a setting that includes my most favorite place in the world to be.
I want to be walking through a meadow, the long, uncut, wild grass gently brushing against my finger tips as I slowly take step after step, going deeper and deeper away from civilization and into a world of infinite possibilities.
My story will start from a world where no one else exists but me and my loyal pet cat who stays right by my side. In this world, my cat is more than just a friendly feline. My cat is my conscience. She is my companion when everyone else disappears. We always stay together.
This place that I'm in is obviously not on planet earth. It's someplace no human can physically reach. This place is my safe haven, when things down on earth are not so cheery. In fact, I dwell in two places at once at all times. I am both human, mortal and a spirit, immortal. It is the strength of my spirit that keeps my mortal self going, pushing on, moving forward in life. Without my meadows, without my cat, I am empty, purposeless, helpless and utterly alone.
When I am in this meadow, I am the best version of me. Also, it's like this other me is a guardian for the me in the real world. My other me is my strength. When I am not in the real world, I can be anyone I want to be. I can be anyone my heart wishes to be. I can make my craziest, biggest dreams come true. The me in the other world is loving, Completely, eternally loving to me. She always cheers me on and encourages me to always try my best. She tells me its alright to cry. She shows me all the hidden beauty in the world that I would otherwise pass by without noticing. My other me is not weak. She is never weak. But that doesn't mean she claims to be independent of everything. She is still in need of and always dependent upon Allah. But the difference between her and me is that she trusts Allah with all her heart. Her faith is spotless. While I have doubts, fears and trust issues.
My other me derives all of her strength from her pure and undying faith in Allah. That's why nothing can get her down. My spirit wants to do nothing but love everyone. She wants to see nothing but love in her heart and in her surroundings. She wants to be love itself.
The me in the real world is weak. Sometimes she feels directionless. She needs constant guidance and support. She always forgets to prioritize her life. She forgets that she cannot make someone the center of her life. She forgets that she is worth a lot more than just a fairy tale happy ending with a prince charming. I suppose it's hard for her to keep it in mind since fairy tales were all she ever knew when she was a little girl. It's hard to know when to grow up. Harder still to be an adult inside out. She keeps losing track. Keeps wasting away her time and her countless talents. She needs to be told by her spirit in the other world that time is of the essence and that every second must be spent usefully. She needs to be constantly reminded of her self worth because the scars of her past keep dragging her down, telling her she's a nobody.
And so, this story is about a girl and her spirit. It's about how they get to know each other and how this girl manages to build a strong connection with her spirit, hence helping her live in the best way possible.
It's a story about inner strength. A story about how important prayer is. How important it is to stay connected with the person inside. When your heart is in the right place, there is no fear you cannot face, no tear you cannot erase.
Also, to have the world in the palm of your hands, knowing yourself is all you must do.
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