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Visceral works



Visceral feelings :
“Basic emotions that you feel strongly and automatically; something related to deep inward feelings.”

I have read some advice for writers of all ages lately on TED facebook page and I held some of them real close to me. “Writing is visceral.” they said. If you write something and you don’t feel “the butterfly” fluttering in your stomach then it ain’t right. You write with your heart and every single cell of your body. So when you finish your writings, you’ll experience an utter satisfaction after. Like every thought that ever dwell in your mind is finally out and you’re empty once more, an empty glass waiting to be filled with another great ideas. Then another fun journey of thinking will take its place and that circle of fun-ness will repeat itself over and over again.

My whole family is a writer, be it my dad, my mother, myself and my brother. Some of our extended family from my mother’s side is also a writer. Both of my grandmother's sister are. They don’t let anything stand in their way. Their productivity is through the roof despite their age, they’ve written many books that have been published until today. If I’m talking about the genes of ours, I’d say it is something along the line of “the literary genes”, because almost all of us have a fondness of words.

I think everyone has their own “visceral works” that is different from one another. Everyone that has been living the life of their dream, those who are proud with what they’re doing, those who live their lives with passion will surely know what I meant. A carpenter will feel an immense happiness the moment he finish his work, an artist will experience great satisfaction after finishing his piece, a musician will experience pure joy after playing his music.

“Find a job that you enjoy doing, and you’ll never have to work a day in your life, Kak.” said my Mama, quoted Mark Twain’s word. And she lives true by her words. I could not imagine how someone as busy as her still has the strength to carry on with her everyday lives. She held her medical practice twice a day (in the morning and in the afternoon), yet she still teach in between. She even teach on Sunday. So one time I asked her : Didn’t it tire you, Ma? You already so busy yet you still spare your time to teach? and she replied “I’m not, Kak. I like teaching, that’s why I keep doing that, no matter how busy I am.” Thus she had found the calling of her soul, to be a teacher that everyone adores.

So what do you think your “visceral works” is? Have you found it yet? If you haven’t, please take your time to discover it, because you have all the time in the world to do so! What could be any better than that, right? Happy searching!



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