The world is full of people who love to say, “That could be phrased in a different way, possibly a more descriptive way,” but the people that realize it could be phrased differently, but doesn’t have to be, are the ones that are true to themselves. No one denies that there is always room for improvement, but the etiquette of writing with large juicy adjectives is overrated. Writing is not about sounding smart; it is about speaking from your heart in effort to discover yourself.
Working on a political campaign was the perfect way to express my beliefs. This summer, my brother Harry occupied his time in a hot office surrounded by paper work, ringing phones, and sometimes his brother. He was campaigning for Maura Healy, a candidate for Massachusetts Attorney General. At the beginning of August, I began to participate in the campaign and soon after, I loved every moment. I started committing lots of my time to Maura and began to convince others that she was the right choice for Attorney General. One Saturday afternoon, there was a phone-banking event at the campaign. People came from all over Massachusetts to support Maura and my brother and I were in charge in seeing that everyone had a script that showed them what to say. When there were no longer people to be given scripts, I decided to make some calls of my own. I found a corner just for myself and began dialing number after number. Each time I hung up the phone after talking to a complete stranger and checked the tiny box that said: yes, voting for Maura. I felt as if I was doing a great dead for society. The work I put into the campaign was never easy and sometimes I wanted nothing more than to kick my feet up and enjoy a nice cold lemonade. I never did, however, and I’m so grateful that I didn’t because the feeling of satisfaction I received after long days at the campaign was worth it. Working on the campaign was an incredible experience, but there were moments when I struggled with my motivation. At times, I would sit back in my chair and think. I would think of the work I was doing for Maura and I would realize that it was solely my brother who had opened my eyes to this amazing world of politics. I also felt as if I was only doing these tedious tasks to impress my brother and was never actually enjoying the work I was putting in for Maura. To be honest, there were times when I felt lost, I felt as if I was “artificial” and not true to myself. I struggled with these mixed feelings until I finally sat down at the drawing board and wrote about my experience. As I wrote, I was surprised as I found that I felt a passion like none other while writing. It was then, for the first time in my life, that I realized writing was my way of expressing myself.
Nothing beats the feeling of discovering the truth. It was Tom Sawyer who I neglected and refused to connect with. When I was reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, all of my classmates were describing how connected they felt to Tom and I had trouble relating to them because I could not find that for myself. At times, I was forced to mislead my classmates and teacher about my relationship with Tom. I felt the need to “fit in” and allowed everyone to believe my relationship with Tom was incredibly interesting. In many ways, I lied and there is no way to sugar coat it. At no other time in my life, did I feel more uncomfortable than when I misled my classmates to think I had the GREATEST and most interesting relationship with Tom. It was not until my teacher said: “Sam, describe your relationship with Tom or with another character” and I said: “Hold on, I have the perfect description in my blog” that I decided I would actually write about my “relationship” with Tom. For some mysterious reason I never found the “blog post” and luckily dodged a bullet with my teacher, but I am almost glad I experienced such a scare because it forced me to WRITE. It didn’t matter that I lied without having the slightest idea of what my (in book) relationship was like with Tom. It didn’t matter I boosted my personal ego by being dishonest and not true to myself. It only mattered that I turned to my greatest skill, writing, where I found my real and honest relationship with Tom Sawyer. For me, it only matters that I turned to the blank page to find my relationship with Tom because it allowed me to enjoy The Adventures For Tom Sawyer and I am grateful for that.
All you can ever do is try. Try to express yourself through the world of writing and find who you are and who you want to become.
Write. It will make you a better you.