“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
I believe that it is our duty to search for that thing that will make our lives worth living, the gold within our hearts that does, indeed, glitter. For we are all born with the potential to be great, to be remembered. We need only to find the passion — and the drive — to pursue our dreams and that which will make us most content.
For me, this gold, this happiness, comes with driving on a normal day and suddenly being accosted with an urge, a need to write. It comes with sitting down at a desk in the middle of the night, searching for a phrase, a passage that may take days to come, and the elation that arises when it finally does. Although it is often said, the pen is indeed mightier than the sword. For pens can create the sharpest of swords and wage the fiercest battles.
To find a talent within you is to kindle a fire deep within your heart. It is only perseverance and determination that will feed the flames, and keep the shadows from engulfing the light that fights to push through. I wield my pen as the mightiest of swords — not as a weapon, but an opportunity, a chance to translate my heart onto paper. I take it as my responsibility to help the deep roots of my writing grow, so that they may remain strong and glittering with hope. What I never intend to do is give up on my dream, for then the gilded heart will cease to shine, and wither away to what might have been.