If I Were a Writer

If I were a writer I would tell a story. I would tell many stories in fact. If I were a writer I would create something beautiful. As beautiful as the setting sun over a lonely mountain-top. So beautiful it would bring a tear to one's eye. If I were a writer I would frighten people! I would scare them so. I would make them think about what could be around the corner. I would make them look over their shoulder. If I were a writer I would show how tragic life can be. People would become sad. So sad that it would bring a tear to one's eye. I could mention loneliness felt for a long lost love or maybe even lament about the passing of an amiable man.

If I were a writer I would show people new worlds. Places filled with creatures and magical spells of all kinds. I would allow them to leave their world and to have a peek at a new reality. If I were a writer I would make people laugh. I would place a character in a situation so awkward the reader would remember how embarrassed they felt and it would make them smile. They would laugh out loud even and say, “that is so true.” If I were a writer I would write the most inspiring aphorisms. People would be so confident they could take on the world. If I were a writer I would make people feel hopeless. That the very world they are taking on is going to come crashing down on them, crushing all of their hopes and dreams in one finely written sentence.

If I were a writer I would make people question things. All sorts of things! I would tell them about the government and its manipulative nature. I would tell them there are other galaxies filled with other worlds. I could go so far that they might question their own existence. If I were a writer I would make them question themselves. Who are you and what do you mean? They might even question those closest to them. If I were a writer I would make people become skeptical. They would harass all truth and believe in none of it. I could make them even think that truth doesn't exist and there is no point to all of this. 

If I were a writer I would confuse people. They would think and think and get absolutely nowhere. I would have them walk in circles and end up right where they started. Nothing would make any sense anymore. If I were a writer I would make people angry. They would be so mad that sweat and frustration would build upon each sentence that is being read. I could make them as furious as swarm of bees after their nest has been disturbed.

If I were a writer I would leave people alone. I wouldn't want to bother anybody, there is too much writing to be done! How can one write in a crowded place? They can't. If I were a writer I would retreat to a cabin in the woods. Nobody would know where I am, nor would they even notice my disappearance. If I were a writer I would have a reason to leave a society which I don't care for. I would criticize in my solitude the blunders and problems of it and in my solitude, I would bring a tear to my own eye. 

If I were a writer I wouldn't tell anyone. I would keep the vocation to myself. Why would it be any of their business anyway? If I were a writer I wouldn't allow anyone to read anything I wrote. I would write for the intention of my own sake and not anybody else's. I would do my own thing. If I were a writer I would walk to the beat of my own drum. I would be as proud as the male lion over his pride. 

If I were a writer I would make poor decisions. I would choose so poorly people would believe that freedom doesn't exist. Nothing would be my fault because I never had a choice. If I were a writer I would copy other people. Everything has been done anyway. I would never plagiarize. That is just wrong. If I were a writer I could lie. I would tell lies and get away with them. It would be my responsibility to make things up and yours to believe them.

If I were a writer I would continually criticize. I would show people all the wrongs in the world and I wouldn't even offer a solution. I could point out every problem for others to fix. What's the use in picketing if I have a pen? My ideas speak for themselves. If I were a writer I would claim that I have an excuse to drink. And I would also tell them that I don't make excuses. A writer can never have a drinking problem. A writer can never make too many excuses. 

Oh, if I were a writer I would do a lot of things for others and make people feel all sorts of different ways. But at what cost? If I were a writer my insanity would be accepted. People would understand my personality. However, nobody would know me. If I were a writer that is what I would want. If I were a writer I would never achieve my goals, not because I always failed, but because I would never have any. What is the point when all I care about is pleasing others? After all, if I were a writer it wouldn't matter what others thought.