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(We Write to Know) We Are Not Alone

“We read to know we are not alone.” This statement by beloved author C.S. Lewis has been quoted, pinned, tweeted, and posted by many who find solidarity in literature. Well written novels, biographies, essays, philosophies, poems, and children’s stories alike possess a quality within them that speaks to the soul of humanity. Your journey is not an isolated one. Your path not foreign to others. Your stories are shared. Your feelings validated. You are understood. You are not alone. So we read anything we can that speaks this truth to the deepest part of our hearts. The truth is not a revolutionary one. It is not an earth shattering discovery unheard of to mankind. It is a simple truth. An ordinary truth. There is fellowship for you on your journey. We ache to know this. And be it through a scholarly journal or a fairy tale we must be told. You are not alone.IMG_2316IMG_2589IMG_1734 IMG_1959

For those who put themselves at the opposite end of the books, who sit in front of a blank sheet of paper or an empty word document and attempt to put their thoughts into words and call themselves writers, I believe Lewis’s statement extends to this idea: We write to know we are not alone.

I’ve always loved to write. From an early age I spent hours crafting stories, and throughout school I always preferred essay writing above other forms of homework. When I graduated from college however, I became somewhat of a lazy writer. I scratched through random thoughts in my journal, but since no one would be reading it things were messy and poorly put together. My heart felt a little clogged. At the same time it had seemed like my life had become less significant, or at least it seemed so to me. I felt like I had been in my zone in college. I was succeeding academically and musically, had obtained multiple leadership positions, and was thriving in a vibrant community. I was recognized as an outstanding student, leader, and performer. As I wrestled through my post-college feelings of meaningless I began to make it a goal to find beauty in the ordinary. Thus this blog, Ordinary Epiphanies was born. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to encourage others and myself about the significance of dailiness. I was ready to be significant again.

And then I realized that there were hundreds of other blogs like mine. Everyone was writing, and writing well, about their ordinary lives and challenging their readers to find beauty in it. So why did it matter if I wrote? Why would anyone care whether or not I added to the messages being written a hundred other places? I might as well throw my hands up and proclaiming along with the author of Ecclesiastes “there is nothing new under the sun. This is meaningless, like chasing after the wind.”

C.S. Lewis had a group of author friends, a group that met to discuss their ideas, their current works, the beginnings of writings that were spinning in their heads. They met at a tavern. They smoked pipes and drank beer. They were called the inklings. And though their writings were uniquely theirs, they often had similar purposes and content. Yet they met to encourage and critique one another, respecting each work not as a competition but rather as a valuable contribution to literature.

The amount of people blogging about daily life today is far more than the dozen or so that formed inklings. But perhaps we can serve the same purpose for one another. Our similar writings and ideas do not have to be competitive with one another, nor do we need to feel as if there is already to enough of the same content out there and our contributions are unnecessary. Rather, let us be encouraged and critiqued, pushed forward to excellence by fellow writers. Let us take our shared interests and insights and use them to spur each other on to excellence. IMG_3019IMG_1436IMG_1546

I’m not writing anything revolutionary on my blog, nor do I encounter unheard of discoveries on other people’s blogs. There really isn’t anything new under the sun. And if my goal is to be a radically different and exciting presence in the blog world I should probably give up now. The purpose can’t be to create content that has never been shared before. That won’t happen.  I am here to write with you, to open our hearts, to honestly unpack those thoughts and ideas that race across our brains as we walk through each day. And in doing so we realize we are not alone. Similar ideas, thoughts, and heart stirrings are there as encouragement. Your journey is not an isolated one. Your path not foreign to others. Your stories are shared. Your feelings validated. You are understood. You are not alone.

{I write a longer explanation of how to live out the ordinary beautifully here. I’d love to have you join in my journey, to have my posts emailed to you click on the blue “follow” link on the left hand side of this page. And if this is something that encouraged you maybe it will encourage others. Feel free to share my words with and let’s travel this path together.}

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    April 23, 2015 at 7:35 pm

    I’m encouraged! I love these thoughts! Thank you for taking the time to write them down! Love, Mom

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      April 23, 2015 at 8:16 pm

      Thanks Mom! I like it when you read my writings!

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    Daniel Q
    April 23, 2015 at 8:02 pm

    I love this! I always tell people that our lives aren’t very different. There’s always someone out there who understands and it’s our goal as writers to show that. Hope you read more from you!

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      April 23, 2015 at 8:17 pm

      Thanks for stopping Daniel! Glad you enjoyed it!

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