This blog post is a reflective writing piece. The article presents from the perspective of the author and is merely his/her perspective.
It came to me that fiction is the very definition of creativity. There are no boundaries, except for the ones we set for ourselves in the story. There are rules to follow to create a practical piece, but we can define those standards. In some ways, the products from fiction are a mirror of our inner consciousness. The things we desire; the things we envision being possible; the things we wish we had; the things we fear the most, and so on. In its own right, writing fiction is like exploring who we really are. One may even consider it a type of pseudo-meditation. We become so engrossed in the art at times, we almost cannot stop. It becomes us because it is who we really are. Writing fiction wipes away the limitations in our lives, but it can also be a form of escape, for better or for worse.
On the other hand, writing non-fiction is more about the observation of the world we dwell in. Non-fiction is limited by what we know for sure, as it’s based off real life. Unlike its counterpart, non-fiction is objective with evidence to support. It may not be as thrilling, but it is also a lot more grounding to the self. It allows us to take a step back and appreciate the reality we dwell in.
Some people consider non-fiction boring compared to its alter-ego, but how can we know for sure? We have yet to journey outside our own solar system. As incredulous as it may sound, perhaps reality is not as limited as we think. After all, we set the limitations in fiction, but who are we to know what the wildest restrictions are? Only Mother Nature knows that answer.
“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”