Realization

I wonder if writing can be a form of meditation.

For some time now I have had a growing feeling that has tugged at my mind to be put into conscious thought. This embryonic feeling became a solid realization last night while browsing art galleries.

I find writing, even bad writing, to be hard labor. I've never enjoyed it. However, during the last few weeks I've looked forward to a period each evening when I write. In some way that I cannot explain rationally, it gives me a sense of hope, peace and optimism. It makes my life richer and more enjoyable.

Who is my audience? For whom am I writing? Myself! If others read and benefit from my posts then my life is enriched futher.

I am indebted to Rob for the following quotes.


"Nothing can bring you peace but yourself." -- Emerson

"Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man." -- Bacon


I think these summarize my experience. I find peace and happiness and contentment within myself and I become more aware of them when I bring them into focus and make them exact by putting them into written form.

I find life to be exponentially richer if I live it with passion and zest and risk. Writing is risky as I reveal myself but it gives expression to the passion and that is the reward.