I write. For selfish reasons. Mainly to allow me to ponder
my own words. My own thoughts. To make sense of my life. Of course, I share
many thoughts. With others. But really, that’s not my primary goal. I take time
to read what I write. Because often I’m initially unaware of the significance
of what’s just been written. Frequently asking myself, what am I really saying?
And I find a better way to say it. One nice thing. Written words can be easily
retrieved. My thoughts are allowed to percolate. And often take on new meaning.
Even years later. Of course, I often think without written words. But many of
those thoughts tend to be elusive. Forgotten. Because there are too many to
remember. I even forget some written thoughts. Until I stumble across them.
Because I had the foresight to file them away. Anyway. All this writing. Makes
me wonder. If the written word. Is the best invention ever. –Jim Broede
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