by Rachael Webster

Created on: July 31, 2008

Since the beginning of time, the stroke of a pen has been the giver or taker of life; words leading the readers unto deliberate sanctuaries. Or perhaps places that intreague yet inspire; amaze and delight. Whilst others have taken us along pathways lined with despair, grief and sorrow. And ever since I can recall, the letters themselves have become that the blood which flows through my literary veins, keeping my heart, ever-beating.

As a child I was surrouded by pens and paper; they became my own secret sanctuary. A place in which I could embark upon flights of fantasy without end. And a place which no other could lead yet many were willing to follow.

By the time I was a teenager, sheets of paper and worn-out books lined the little, chest of drawers that sat in my bedroom, thousands of words radiating back from their pages; often awaiting the day they would be cherished by another as much as I.

Thoughout my own life's journey and the highs and lows I came to experience, my words never became lost or meanigless or futile. I was only inspired to write more as my thoughts were inspired by that which met my eyes.
I learned how to use a Thesaurus; my mind eager to absorb and create the next 'masterpiece' that would in turn reach into the reader's life and touch that person, albeit in some small way.
I wrote stories, poems and diaries; verses, songs and rhymes and still my words never ran dry.

The dawn of technology descended and the internet became popular among the masses and I began to share my thoughts with a world that I could finally reach. Many commented and many complimented while many I guess remained indifferent. It didn't matter. But what did matter was that now I finally had a stage, a place in which I could reach out and in some small way, touch the life of another with writing.

Many have suggested that the life of a writer is a lonely and solitary place but I happen to differ. For how could it be lonely, when the internet itself opens up a window to the millions who may never have had the chance to know us, as they do from our words? And how could it be lonely when words are themselves the one, sacred place that allow us to reveal our hearts to all who may be priveledged enough to encounter them?
For surely, to be given this up close and personal journey into the mind of another, regardless of topic is special and something we all should cherish?
Because just like me, there are thousands or millions whose hearts also beat that little bit more at the stroke of a pen or the touch of a key upon a computer screen?

May those words never stop and may we always continue to be inspired enough to share our thoughts until the end of time. For it is words that allow the world to go on. Whether they, themselves be good, bad or indifferent.

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