DAY 25 OF MY CREATIVE WRITING JOURNEY. THE PROMPT WAS TO CONTINUE WRITING AFTER THE SENTENCE ENDS ‘“I didn’t like it…” he replied to her“
“Why do I feel this urge to do something meaningful?” she asked her mentor.
“Well, I think it’s because of who we are as a species. We like finding a meaning in everything we do. It gives us the reason to go on, to suffer and keep living this life. but why are you finding your job meaningless?” replied her mentor.
She has been a working journalist for more than a decade.
Lately, she has stopped seeing her work as a meaningful job.
She responded, “It has been increasingly becoming a monotonous job for me. I basically create contents for internet users like somebody, in the illegal drugs business, pack packets of heroin for drug users. They don’t care if the person consuming the drug would live on or die after consuming that very packet. If they care about anything then it’s their drug business. All considerations towards quality and care is to ensure that the business should not be negatively impacted. The large portion of Journalism has become something like that. We don’t care for the reader. We don’t care if our stories would kill them or empower them. All we care about is the business. It’s from top to bottom. Everybody cares about their business, not the users. This way we are like the drug cartels. We just sell words.”
“Well, it’s true.” her mentor responded. “But what’s the solution?” asked her mentor.
“The solution is simple – go out and meet people in real life, sit in their homes, go for coffee with them and think of them before you publish anything.” she responded.
“Can you do that?” asked her mentor.
“Yes, I think. I can.” she responded.
“Then go and do as long as you can.” her mentor responded.
PS – This is the 25th day of my journey to write everyday for next one year.
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