There is something beautiful about writing, even today when millions of words are written by great writers everyday available for anyone to read for free. There is potential, and indeed hope, that words one writes will touch somebody else in a special way. It doesn’t matter how quickly the mode of moving these words from one place to another have changed. It doesn’t matter if somewhere in the jungle those words get lost. This act has stood the test of time.
I’m glad that I can revel in its joys.
And on days when things aren’t going that well, I’ll turn to this note written to myself, reminding me that there is always writing I can turn to.