Writing

Sometimes I feel like writing. For no particular reason, no message intended. But, I guess there is always some kind of message in a person’s writing. Just pouring out of ideas, feelings, reflections of the day or night that has just passed. It’s definitely easier (for me) to pour these things on paper. You go at your own pace, thinking or just putting down thoughts as they come, without having to worry that you will “say” something you might regret. There is no opponent on paper. Just the paper, pen and yourself, your thoughts. Possibly a music in the background. No one to respond with an unwanted come back, no one to tell you that you are wrong, or that now is not a good time. Sometimes it is good to have that “conversation,” a monologue with yourself through writing. It can save you some disappointment, too. It’s simple as the fact that no other person can feel exactly what you feel, think exactly what you think. And as much as they can be your support, they are not you. Sometimes letting things out on paper might be better than talking to a friend, a loved one, or an enemy...