Plain White Room

Many years back I came across a movie called Stranger Than Fiction which portrays a writer that indefinitely dictates the life of a real person as she types away that very character in her apartment. More than anything that caught my attention was more than just the story but rather the scene of the room that she was typing in.

A clear white room, plain, looking straight out a huge window, with nothing on the table but her typewriter, a cup of coffee and an ashtray. The sheer simplicity is the very thing that caught my attention and drew me into writing.

Much to it may seems rather misguided that I got into writing because of the place that I would be writing, but more to it is actually is the sense of being lost into the world that I write. The plain white room provides a minimal distraction to what surrounds me as I have proven to be an easily distracted person. Thus the lack of distraction proves a conducive setup to allow me to get lost into what I am doing.

They say that when you get blind, your other 4 senses start to heightened. Much to a fictional theory of what Daredevil portrays, but there is certain truth to it; that in the midst of emptiness, it forces a person to focus on the prioritized matter at hand.

There were only one very short moment in my life that I could find myself simulating that very environment as I was writing away papers for my assignments.  I recall the clam and sense of peace that surrounded not only my focus on the work at hand but rather a mind stimulating situation for me to produce some of my better writings.

I must say that writing has not been my greater strength, yet it is a longing that keeps me writing and it is what drives so much of me too, apart from many other things.

I have graduated from seminary for almost a year now and for some odd reason I miss the writings. Although there were endless complains that came along with it but it was merely a time contain matter and not the passion to write. With it all, it was a tool for me to process my thoughts and keeping me within the loop of who I am and what I want to be, it keeps me on my feet as it is my eyes on God and they vast mysteries that is connected with Him.

So here in my temporary room, although not the most ideal, is my momentary sanctuary for my words and what I express. I miss the blank clean moments when I am called to bring forth my imagination and my curiosity to tell the world a snippet of what goes in my discoveries.