writing

the recollection of thought is a lost art yet like most beautiful things, it is fearful. Both the confrontation of others and the confrontation of one’s own thoughts cause one to be transparent and truthful. And truth is hard but the truth is real, allowing us to see what is most significant in the world and cling to it. So while it is easier not to think, not to learn, not to write, I will choose to, as knowledge into my own thought can contribute to my knowledge of the complexity of what surrounds me.