A Letter to a Young Writer | No.2
Dear Wanwan,
It’s been a very tiring but full day.
I walked for a whole day at seaside. I watched kids and adults gathering around sea shore, digging out any living sea lives for fun. I’d call the scene a slaughterhouse under the sun.
I also walked into Lao She’s house and KangYouwei’s house. As always, I felt thrilled to see places where writers have marked their brilliance. Lao She wrote The Rickshaw there. Kang Youwei bought a house at seaside at his later years to cultivate confucianism at Confucius’s hometown in a larger sense. Too, deeply I feel ashamed of myself for not writing enough while talking and dreaming about it so much.
I’d tell you, there’s no solution to your salvation other than writing.
For the ambitious ideas you have developed this afternoon, I’d say, go ahead, do it.
You will find no meaning in void but in doing and exploring.
You will feel empowered as a fighter, for life or for a living.
Remember, that’s the kind of woman you wanna be.
When today you cried over a little argument on which plane ticket to buy, you two argued over 200 yuan. It is not much, but you would save that much if it’s your night to sacrifice. You would do it. One day I wish you will be thekind of person that will no longer be strangled by 200 yuan. One day I wish you’d ease your beloved ones’ pain by sparing that much to them.
I know you will get stronger, in ways I can’t possibly imagine.
I love this vulnerable, kind, sensitive, and innocent you. I will love you more as you keep your faith and dignity. Pursue only the truth and what beholds truth. This is the only thing that will keep your soul intact.
Love,
Summer Worm
夏虫