Beacon of Exposure – Saba Hashemi

If you’ve ever missed a grandma that’s passed away

Or gotten angry when the world is inhumane

You need a way to hold that thought

Amplify it for others

And preserve it for yourself

 

How can you revive the dead?

 

Pulling a Frankenstein would work, but it’s too much blood and guts.

Public speaking? That’s temporary. It’s like getting a heart that’s stopped to beat a couple times, only to stop again when you’ve stepped off the podium.

Charities are proactive, but their messages are one liners.

Shouting love from the rooftops? That’s quite romantic. But there, no one’s listening, except the police, on the look out for lunatics.

 

How can you revive the dead?

 

Let’s look at how the world works.

When you get a boyfriend, it’s not real till it’s facebook official.

Or when you marry? You have to sign a contract, put it in writing.

 

Ok, so writing. Why is it important?

 

In an ancient world full of slaves and discrimination, the Persians wrote their laws on a stone tablet. Laws that made slavery illegal, discrimination punishable, and their world a better place.

 

But that was 3,000 years ago. And they’re dead.

 

Whether you change your relationship status, or write the first charter of human rights, you are putting pen to paper (or chisel to stone).

 

Shakespeare said writing is immortality. And he was right.

I think, writing is a beacon of exposure.

It’s making a million permanent copies of yourself.

It turns one man’s vision into an army of action.

One voice is amplified to an audience, present and future.

 

You’ll die one day, won’t you?

But what about putting your soul to paper, and making yourself immortal.

 

Detail.

People can’t relate to you without it.

Use it.

Hearts don’t translate well through one liners.

 

Show strangers your most intimate thoughts.

Unveil your culture to another on the opposite end of the spectrum.

And make it stick.

 

If you can do that, you’ll never die.

In fact, you can revive the dead.

 

Pen to paper, finger to keyboard,

Writing is a beacon of exposure.

It’s a blow horn that never stops singing.

It defies, yes, time and space and logic –

While making sense of them all.

 

I used to be afraid my voice would never be heard.

 

But now, I put this blow horn to my lips and breathe life into anything I choose.

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