Why am I here
The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens
Why am I here? I ask myself one more time.
To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing.
But we write alone
So alone that we pay money to be around people who understand the solitude writing requires.
We hash out ideas
We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this
The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.
Maybe that’s why I’m there
To try and figure out what to do next.
Figuring out what to do next
it is a good thing indeed!
Inquiring all the time the reason
of why you are here
it makes you remember
there’s something to endear.
As long as you keep loving
what you are doing,
then you will also love
where you are today
and the place you’re going.
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Thank you. Such encouraging words. Definitely a love hate relationship with my writing. But I march on into the unknown very slowly. Hahaha
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You’re welcome! I wish you have a good journey into the unknown. Sometimes it is over there that we can find the best treasures in our lives!
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