Sometimes, it takes a few slaps of life lessons in the head and the truth about your limitations and shortcomings to really wake up. But today, it gets me thinking again of an instrument of solace that is writing.
I write because even if my thoughts are disarrayed and disorganized, it’s so much more liberating than having nothing to say and let them consume me. I write because may it be the blank text box or paper will always take whatever crazy, mundane, irrational thought without a blink of judgment. I write because I feel that’s what my late grandfather passed down to me – to always be enamored with how words can change us, move us and even hurt us. I write and relish in the freedom of self-expression because I know that’s the best thing I’ll ever do and leave behind.