_{QT-002 : The Companionship of Letters.}

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Life with Pen, Ink and Paper.

Qalam Thoughts : Entry 002 : 2016.01.25

The Companionship of Letters.

A journey of 14 years has brought me to a little door, to probably identify the root essence in crafting letters. To embrace its existence is difficult to understand. One must first learn that calligraphy is not militarism. Its beauty is not a form of discipline. Its existence is not for adoration or pride. Its content depicts the honesty of time.

The discipline of the craft comes from the calligrapher, not the letters. The beauty comes from the content of the message, not the letters. The skills comes from the mind, not the art. The duty comes from the heart, not the pen and ink. To embrace the existence of letters, is to embrace the instruments of the scribe, and to embrace the faces of language. Therefore, the pen, ink and paper. To accept their existence is to regard them as friends. It is about embracing their companionship. And to enjoy their companionship is celebrating love. And celebrating love is about elevating their existence. 

Love is a language of joy. To treat love, one should begin with courtesy, respect and gentleness. Every moment, every instant, every time. The birth of every letter, is an act of the calligrapher and the scriber united as one. These letters are the companions of messages, the faces of messages, the ambassadors of messages. And verily, messages meant for mankind.

So be joyous for those who embrace calligraphy as their companion. To commit to love, is to commit to a beauty of duty. A delicate and intricate duty in the heart. And when you serve your love for the companionship, serve at your best of will as much as you would serve yourself. If your teacher disapprove of your letters, be merry and write on, because he is guiding you how to accept and respect those letters before you can love them. And with so, may those letters love you. If your teacher approve of your letters, be merry and write on, for every deed, seek for a better path. If the people around you disapprove of your letters, be merry and write on, seek guidance, because your letters deserve more attention than you deserve from those people. If the people around you approve of your letters, be merry and write on, for your love have been for those letters, not for the kind words from those people. And if you discover new letters, be merry, be polite, be respectful, be gentle, as you would upon yourself, like a newborn child. 

Therefore it shouldn't matter if your teacher disapprove or approve of your letters. It shouldn't matter if people disapprove or approve of your letters. Relationships with humans are indeed complex. Harsh words and praises are faces and colours of time. They are not your content. What matters most is your line of honesty in believing the craft of your own hands. You are the seed to the fruits of your hands. Thence, which part of those fruits is truly not yours?

Therefore for every good letter being scribed, you are not on top of the world, neither swimming in the clouds, looking down on those letters, which you believed you have conquered. When the pen glides along the paper, your soul bears those weights in between, right beneath the nib, walking on those fibres, breathing along with the ink, flowing within the ink, arranging those ink molecules in place, in the way your heart desire to form those letters. And when the ink have dried, there lies those letters, your very own children, a mirror to the nature of your heart.



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Faizal Somadi/2016/Jan/25

What matters most is your line of honesty in believing the craft of your own hands. You are the seed to the fruits of your hands. Thence, which part of those fruits is truly not yours?