In defense of writing: A mini-manifesto

One of the most enigmatic thinkers of our time, Gilles Deleuze, said, “A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown out of the window.” It never ceases to amaze how his writings resonate constantly in my daily life; Although this mere connection sounds as an act of bragging, to fully understand A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia, takes time because of its terminology and high-level explorations of depersonalization. Gilles Deleuze died by suicide on November 4th, 1995 in Paris, but his works remain with us for our enjoyment.

The actual execution of our ideas and goals can be so powerful. We are witnesses of the ever changes that occur in technology, the principle of creating and using new concepts that molds our ideas and views of the world. Our own writings about mental health and to advocate for those who are suffering are a courthouse of the reason that keeps growing every second.

Of course, there are limitations to this effervescent fever of meanings and reasonings. This is one of the examples, an easy one to understand: More than ever, I truly enjoy seeing my Facebook feed full of powerful essays, books, and articles by the most inspiring deep thinkers I’ve ever come across. You can almost taste their passions for justice to make this rotten society into something more meaningful it ignites that spark to become a radical follower of courage. Deleuze also said, “Shit on your own whole mortifying, imaginary, and symbolic theater!” The shame of being a man- Is there any better reason to write?.

It takes guts to put your most innermost feelings and failures out there for the world to read, and yet what really kills me morally is the lack of more response and change of actions. It’s understandable people reacts more positively to graphics and visual help (pictures, videos, etc.…) than making the effort to read a 4-minute essay on various topics. I’d never thought I would become some of those vigilant on how many likes an essay will get, I can’t help it; managing a blog, it’s hard work, being a writer as tough as being an architect. Writers are builders of reason and imagination. Their work is arduous and I want them to savor the recognition they deserve.
A few weeks ago I wrote an essay about the violence in my country, Honduras. It’s been one of the hardest essays I’ve ever written; organizing data it can be such a tedious task while trying to convey a personal view of a cruel reality. In the end, I was proud of the results, but also understood the time and dedication it takes which is why I take offense when individuals rather have visuals than words.

If pictures create more attention than a well-written essay, then yes we are all fucked. I’m not talking about the true beauty of photography; the art of landscaping and creating poems with an image, but the sin of getting more likes on silly imageries than profound words of wisdom. It hurts me. Most of my friends don’t give a damn, and I praised them for it; but most of the people on Facebook have thrown their brick full of potentials out of the window and that is a shame.

Courage consists, however, in agreeing to flee rather than live tranquilly and hypocritically in false refuges. Values, morals, homelands, religions, and these private certitudes that our vanity and our complacency bestow generously on us, have many deceptive sojourns as the world arranges for those who think they are standing straight and at ease, among stable things.

I salute those courageous writers who take a stand to flee rather than live hypocritically in the superficiality of life. You are the executioners and creators of extraordinary words that help us escape from this ordinary world.

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