Oktober 5 is a bit of a mystery. We don’t know his name, or even the meaning behind his moniker. This matters not at all. Few things hold as much gravity as the wisdom in our words, and in that, Oktober has no shortage. His posts are peerless, each one perfectly pithy.
I’ve encountered no one else online who brandishes brevity as he. Sometimes, there are no words, only a photograph worth a throw’s more than a thousand. You can subscribe to his feed here. Please enjoy his words below.
Oktober 5
At Least My Writing Understands Me
One of the most frustrating things in life is not being understood, or worse yet, being misunderstood. This feeling is often expressed in the words of your typical angst-ridden teen to his parents, “You don’t know me!” It’s true, we don’t know you because you don’t know yourself.
I’m clearly not a parent of an angst-ridden teen; I’m not middle-aged, balding, nor losing my mind. I am, however, the proud parent of a very misunderstood one-year-old boy. Despite his precocious attitude, he fails to realize that his ceaseless grunts and screams don’t translate directly into “I’m hungry” or “I want to go outside” or “I soiled myself and it’s about to leak out all over the place so please change me now.”
Believe me, such misunderstandings have had disastrous consequences. But there is hope. One-year-old boys grow up and teenagers discover themselves. And writers write. We all come to know ourselves.
WriterDad.com has an envious tag line: Life’s better with the right words. Our world is constantly defining itself with words. Even our feelings are being translated into drinkable quantities. The right words help us to be understood, which not only avoids misunderstandings and dirty diaper accidents, but teaches us something about ourselves.
Who better to critique us than our own writing? After all, it knows us best; it is us. Truly, writing is a reflection of us no matter how hard we may try to put forth our best self. When the emails have stopped coming, when twitter-land is quiet, when friends have exhausted their praise, then you are left with something that understands you and speaks to you in a way no other can.
Just as when you look in the mirror you’re the only one looking back, so too when you write your words you’re the only one to account for them. Make them good. Make them passionate. If you find the right words, you’ll find yourself, and there is no better feeling than knowing and controlling one’s self.
Writer Dad
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