Writing. A hard copy of your language. Proof your mind exists to the rest of the world. Proof that we as a people exist. And yet, it is so difficult.
Monday, January 18, 2010
I want to write. I want to be able to sit in front of a computer/laptop/yellow legal pad and be able to convey what I believe is good and humane in this world. Whether it be art, acts of civility, sports or anything else that I feel I can find a pulse on. It means a lot to be able to express oneself at the most basic level, and to be able to do it well.
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