Alright, books (from my perspective)

At the moment, I am currently reading a fantasy-themed book which has been known among readers as a tale about books, magic, and characters drawn right out from pages. While reading, I felt homesickness grow within me, I have started thinking of Middle-earth.

The tale I'm currently on is actually a nice one. Creative-wise, it is very much interesting and unique yet familiar in its form, but then, I felt something lacking. There's a spice missing. I continued on reading (and easily did I, because the words are easy and action is on point) and things started getting sorted out, that's where I started comparing. Thoughts like, "Had Tolkien written this, at this point the vulnerability of man has already been emphasized" or "In Middle-earth, this kind of angst would have created not just a world of trees and magic, but also a world of love and hatred." started popping up in my head. 

I am very much sorry if this sounds so much like I am being unfair to our beloved authors. I have this certain conviction of not comparing anyone against anyone, as I genuinely believe that each is to his/her own. The point here is the discovery of another important ingredient needed for a craft to mark the heart.

Most times, we have this tendency to constrain art within the want to create, which is totally fine. The onset of a creation begins with a thought to have it created, whatever the motive for its existence may have been. I've heard of people who create because there's an extensive need for them to materialize these bits and pieces trapped in their heads, to give a tangible picture for the abstract that's been occupying their thoughts. 

On the other hand, there are those who craft something out of their need to speak, to communicate, to allow a message to come to life; and surely, there's this gap in this kind of pieces as compared to the formerly stated when it comes to their power's measure. 

Being a good writer involves a special form of intelligence--to put into words nature and architecture, to give birth to humans with established personalities, to make things happen. But being a remarkable writer involves a special form of understanding and vulnerability. Humans exist within complexities of emotions and not just being entangled to life's events. We all are summaries of our victories and failures, of our convictions and perceptions. When a written being starts getting portrayed with a lack of acknowledgment on the inside struggle to believe when things get so dark, to love through distance, to reconcile and forgive, and all these very human attributes, the absence of the familiarity that we want to experience in the book on hand is felt. 

I speak from the perspective of someone who has been reading since I can remember, and could only testify about what I personally prefer, and could say I don't know much except how I usually feel and go through with the books that I ride hop into. Truly, there had been books that changed my life. And there were those that enlightened and inspired me to be more of who I am. Some pages fill in distinct voids in my life, and this is why I hope that crafts would be more about the struggle within.