What Writing Means to Me

I do not choose to write. I have to write–even when it hurts…

I write in order to find myself.

I write in order to grow.

I write to put the veracity and spirit of all my thinkings, feelings, believings, and doings on trial.

I write to challenge the sludge of religious, political, nationalistic, cultural, social, and economic nonsense bullshit that engulfs us all.

I write to glean the signal from the noise.

I write to find hope in moments of despair, clarity in moments of confusion, and courage in moments of dread.

I write to connect with others.

I write to connect with the future, should my words survive me.

I write because I have the deepest reverence for words.

I write because words matter.

4 thoughts on “What Writing Means to Me

  1. “ I write to glean the signal from the noise.“ Brilliant!!!

    In doing so, I have found that you truly help others to discern the signal in the noise. We don’t have to agree on whether or not there is an afterlife. Your words are powerful. Words do matter. I admire how freely and eloquently you share them, kind sir.

    1. Your most kind words of appreciation and encouragement mean more than I can express, angel Stacy.

      BTW, I sincerely hope that heaven exists for people like you. 🌻💚

  2. “Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.” (Gustave Flaubert)

    1. I love that, David. Thanks for sharing. And yet we tap away, armed with a wee bit of courage and hope. All the best.

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