There are many reasons I spend so much butt time at the keyboard, as poet/novelist Charles Bukowski once compressed the practice.
I’ve examined some of them elsewhere, but what I’m circling back to today is the necessity of bringing some kind of order to the seeming chaos of what happens to each of us in “everyday life,” at least through the lenses of my own encounters.
What emerges is hardly objective, no matter my training in objective journalism. If anything, I lean on the hopeful side of history. The side we see as progress, even in the face of the clouds of doom.
Long ago I crossed a threshold where I couldn’t move forward without drawing on so much that had accumulated before then. I think of it as turning the compost, to give it air and enrichen future crops, worms and all. Yes, those blessed red wigglers. Or wrigglers, depending on your spelling.
Am I self-deluded? Or is my practice of writing one of prayer, even in the face of so much hopelessness?
What is life, anyway, apart from what we experience subjectively?
So here we are, all the same.
Keep writing, those of you in this vein. No matter the outcome.
Jnana's Red Barn 
My definition of Life… an acronym for Life Is Facilitating Experience. Have a great day 🙏🏻😅🙏🏻
Love it!
Writing is something that more people should partake in, it is great for the mind and can make life more enjoyable.
You have me remembering a newspaper editor early in my career who urged me to take up the keeping of a journal. I was in college at the time and didn’t get around to following that advice until after I had graduated. It’s often been a thread in understanding and more fully appreciating the life that has followed. I have also regretted not having many of the details of that college experience that have since vanished from my memory.
Our interior monologue is truly important, no?