Saturday, September 08, 2007

Writing

(Sunday Scribblings)

Sometimes, when I speak, people don't seem to understand what I say.
Sometimes, when I look, they don't see what I observe.
Sometimes, when I think, people have no clue what's on my mind.
And sometimes, when I cry, they don't know what it's all about....

What can one do to be heard? To be seen, to be understood? To be comforted?

I cannot expect people to know me. For it is difficult enough to know 'me' myself.

But sometimes, it makes you feel so alone. All by myself....

and that's the reason I write.
Because then, I can speak, look, think and cry as if I am not alone out there...

J

8 comments:

lissa said...

That's also the reason that I write but sometimes there's just no reason - it's jsut something I had to do.

The song - I like the Eric Carmen version better.

gautami tripathy said...

Write away. Don't worry about what others thing.

We don't need reasons to write.

Karina said...

One among many good reasons to write. We all have our own. This was well said.

tumblewords said...

Sometimes, I think, reading what someone writes adds to knowledge of myself. Nice post!

J said...

Lissa - you are right about Eric Carmen (good old days...)

Gautami - Thanks!

Karina - Thank you too!

Sue - I take that as a big compliment, very kind of you!

lisrobbe said...

Great post! There are moments when I feel I need a reason to write. Other times it just is.

Rob Kistner said...

Writing is being connected... great insight!

J said...

Lisrobbe & Rob, thank you both!