Why I Write
I used to be good at thinking. I used to ponder the meaning of things and discover secrets of life in the process.
Somehow in the evolution of my life, I have lost that gift. In busy activity and heaping responsibility, I have forgotten to be quiet. I have forgotten that I am not so important. I have forgotten that there is a whole universe that continues to spin whether or not I have checked all the tasks off of my list.
The reason I am writing is to re-discover that discipline. I look back through my journals and remember the depth of joy – pure pleasure – that I derived from pondering and finding understanding.
So I realize that I will probably write trash for a while. But the point is that I am writing. I don’t want to look back in 10 years and realize that life has buzzed by without recollection because I did not take the time to look, listen, taste and feel it. I want to experience it. And so I write.
“When it is time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.” – Henry David Thoreau
PS. A good friend, Nam Nguyen, took some pictures of my family. Check out his blog from 5/13/09:
http://namnguyen.com/blog/
I also watched this video. I’m still chewing on it, but I’d love to hear what you think.
