A Writer On The Roof

Or at least it should sound a bit crazy, the idea of someone on a roof, standing on unsure, weak legs while trying to create something beautiful, something new, something worth reading…

… all of that while trying not to break their necks up there.

However, what if I told you that each and every one of us is a writer on the roof. Since the very first moment we stand on two legs and we learn how to walk, we start struggling to keep our balance, tiptoeing, walking slow, then walking faster.

One day, years after we stood up for the first time, we find ourselves running and jumping, flirting with the constant presence of the void, that smiles back at us and dares us to run a bit faster, jump a bit higher. That’s when we slip, we roll off the roof and watch in horror how the void starts getting closer and closer.

The first mistake. The first fall.

When a baby stands up for the first time, we say it’s learning to walk. When someone stands up after falling for the first time, we say they’re learning to live. And that’s when we become writers.

From that moment onwards, life isn’t only about keeping balance: it’s also about falling. It’s about taking risks, about failing, about succeeding, about getting back up on your legs come what may. Life stops being a straight line between birth and death and starts tangling until it becomes a beautiful and perfect mess. It becomes a story.

That’s what this blog is about, about a life, my life. It’s probably not different from yours, I have dreams and hopes, I have plans and flaws and bad days, I also make a lot of mistakes. Just your regular pre – adult, you see?

I’m unsure and excited about what’s next to come, but until we turn to the next page of my story – our story – I’ll keep on writing and I’ll continue struggling to keep my balance. Until I see you again, here’s a pair of binoculars.

From a writer to another, I hope you’ll be able to see me from your own roof.

vivñv