Why does one begin to write? I was once asked.
Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak.
Or maybe, because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost.
Because it's something to do to make every time worthwhile because she may never have the time anymore, until she is old to experience the things she writes about.
Much the same thing as why one travels, or why does one fall in love fell out of love and fall in love, all over again.
I write not just to let everyone know how my life is spent, but more on how I am living my life and how anyone can live their own. I began with my marriage almost found in ruins.
Like any marriages, mine shared a couple of bumps and bruises. Attesting to the ever popular theory that time heals all. It only takes the courage to move on and leave everything behind except for those good memories that made you who you are. In marriage, the words that goes 'it takes two to tango' is now passe. But the the good news is, it only takes one to love.
