I write, since pages are sadly better conversationalists than Humans could ever be
I write, because people are incognizant of what it is to converse with each other nowadays; sure sure we talk with each other, vomiting worthless words in midst of storms of attention and validation deprivation, but have we ever learned to converse with each other? Like truly going about a conversation, live in the conversation, questioning and dwell about what’s said, not what’s heard. I write on a screen because we conditionally ask “ The Whys” anymore, we only take “The Whos, The Whats and The Hows” and bottling all these Whys are filling up spaces that could be filled by others’ Whys, but our incapacity to ask, will always have us incapacitated to receive. I write things down, because their weight is too heavy for me to detain in my mind, as I’m cultivating a free land for contentment, understanding and present calmness; it holds no prison nor hostage, no room for remorse nor room for regret. I write, because its climax is closure. Once something is black on white, it’s harder to v...