Some say “Be transparent in your writing.”
How transparent? Can I show all that is or has been or will be?
My life has not been so clear. I can look back over my life and see much, but only through facets. There is no clear view nor a clear viewpoint. The flaws in many gemstones make them more beautiful if not more valuable.
Is life only “real” when seen as by a camera? Unchanged and two-dimensional? Does there only need to be one lens?
I have been brave. I have been weak. I have been cowardly. I am seen by each person from a different perspective and some can see my inclusions.
I am not transparent, even to myself, though hopefully I am translucent and let some light show through.
I write in colors. Myriad nuances are given by shades in which things are seen. And, my view is colored by love and fear and all the emotions known and unknown by me.
Can I say that what I experienced as a child or young adult is what I’d see now? In the same colors and with the same flaws? Is life so changeless?
Can I speak of beauty and not consider the heat and pressure that formed it? or the dust where it was found?
Transparent? No. It is not possible for me. But I look through the facets and try to cherish the flaws.
I know that this is not what is meant by “writing transparently”. But it made me think about how I see the past and present.