I was told that writers write about their experiences

and I was so young

I had not yet experienced experiences yet

So I put my pencil down and went to the world

to experience these experiences everyone kept talking about

And I did

I put my heart in front of my mind when I should’ve put my mind in front of my heart

and vice versa

I laughed and spat in the face of fear

I cried at beauty to wonderful to put into words

I pushed boundaries and expectations to the point where they didn’t push back

I reached the sky and was slammed back into the ground and am now struggling to climb back up

but I’m climbing

and I’m told that’s what matters most

That it doesn't matter if you are winning or losing but that you are trying

That you are giving yourself to these experiences that you want and need to experience

And you realize that they were right

The ones who told me to experience experiences

That you do need to experience experiences in order to pick up your pencil and write something someone would

laugh and spit at or

cry from the beauty at or

think pushed boundaries and expectations to the point where they couldn’t push back

or

write something that finally reached the sky

even if it is slammed back into the ground

Then I’ll pick up my pencil and write again.