I don’t know what to write and how to write. I don’t have the knowledge and experience to share anything of significance. Neither do I have a strong vocabulary nor an understanding of grammar. I’m bad at writing, and no one reads my blog (okay, a few).
Still, I write.
Am I mad?
No. The answer to this question is that I have found why. I don’t care how many people read my blog, whether they like it or not. I’ve no interest in knowing my audience. I’ve nothing to do with the thought – what they think about me.
I write to explore the unconscious within me. I write for fun. I write to understand my mind. I am writing to know what exactly I’m thinking right now here at this moment.
It’s a daily ritual for me, like prayer or a bath. I want to cleanse myself.
The old gramophone records are playing in my head; I want to get rid of them. I want to break the beliefs that I acquired on this planet since childhood through the conditioning of my mind. I need to learn to program; writing is the code I’m using to program my mind.
Who am I, and what I’m doing here?
I want the answer for my existence on this planet.
That’s why I write. I’m clear at the level of my thought; I’m not writing to earn money. It’s a gift that I have the unique ability to read and write. I’m enjoying my heritage and am grateful to Mother Intelligence for this gift called writing ~ a perfect art of self-expression.