I was telling a friend I enrolled in a writing workshop. She knew I’ve been searching for ways to explore my creativity. And her advice was to be careful about choosing writing because it might come from a subconscious need to be known and it might be driven by the ego.
I felt a little disappointed by her words. And for a while, I took a break from working on the assignments for the writing course.
But this made me think of the times in my life when I’ve let others’ opinions influence me; when I gave up passions and projects because of other people’s comments. And later regretted it. Even years later.
Each time I’ve let myself go astray, deep inside, there was another voice trying to guide me. Now I hear it better. Then it was just a faint whisper. Maybe because I hadn’t listened to it much. Or maybe it was afraid like I was.
Too many times I looked for answers outside. In my need for certainty, I surrounded myself with louder sounds. But louder isn’t necessarily wiser. The voice within had to cut through the noise. And I had to learn to listen to the silence.