"Because sorrow feels too heavy and joy it tends to hold you with the fear that it eventually departs."
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Writing is hard. Not writing is hard. With writing we create our own world, our interpretation of the world. Writing brings us within. Living brings us out. Which is our true self? The inner one, most would say. And yet, the one we show to others is what will remain of us. Is there really a reality that is not shared? We can share our writing, too. People can say they understand us. But that doesn't break the solitude. Maybe it intensifies it. Life is a trap. We try to forget ourselves in others, but nobody can really hold on to that.