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In my particular search for meaning, writing works better than talking, better than reading, much better than thinking alone.
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In my particular search for meaning, writing works better than talking, better than reading, much better than thinking alone.
“I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged.” ~ JK Rowling
I cup my ball of string in my hands—hands that look with each passing year more and more like my grandmother’s, age spots and all—and the theory of everything slowly unfolds.
Why do I write? I write as a way to get closer to some kind of meaning, not just though content or topics but through the very act of writing itself. When I write, I feel more alive, more grounded, closer and closer to being myself. Writing as a path to meaning is not dependent on genre or publication or even readership. It requires only that we write, maybe not every day, but often enough.
We have choices of how to think of this time of our lives. Learning to be a fully conscious keeper of ourselves is perhaps the greatest gift of aging.