Dear pipsqueaks,
I admit I haven't had the time to write recently due to my brains being totally preoccupied with work that I simply don't want to think or question "life and its splendors" like I used to in this blog. Nevertheless, tonight is the night I decide to write it out...
Why? Because words have such magical powers. What kind of powers are we talking about? Well, they can define all the what, where, when, why, and how into something more solid - more tangible. Thoughts taking on another form allows it to become less bundled. Truth be told, that's probably the only reason I write. Just to be able to pour the heart out of all things that can become overwhelming, stressing or painful. Of course, happy thoughts are penciled down too. Actually, whatever floats around in my mind is better written than to be drifting. Hence, the pen and journal all prepared by my bedside - and this sanctuary of a blog.
Mostly, it's to allow me to empty out the whole scenario, then to read it as a bystander. Certainly, I can shock myself sometimes in the kind of things that takes more prominence than others. What I cared. What I noticed. What I wouldn't. What I didn't. All those become ever so apparent. The choice of words, the emphasis on ideas, and the whole thought process drawn down in blue-print fashion. I couldn't be more understanding of myself upon reading it once more.
Actually, that's how I've come to learn about myself these years of writing. There should be no one in the world that takes the business of understanding oneself more seriously than the person himself/herself. I'd take it to shame if someone else knew me better than I do! So, I write for the sake of keeping myself up to date about me.
To sum it all up, one must write. A post, a tweet, a status update, a blog, an email, or whatever you fancy - just write. You would be surprised how therapeutic it can be...or addictive for that matter! I, for one, write somewhere about something all the time. It's not an official prescription, but it's free. So, why not?