December 18, 2007
Why do I write?
I want to change the tone, of my life, of everything. It’s all real and unreal at once, and I believe the story I tell myself like I believe in a life-changing novel, and I still wonder, restlessly, whether my life, too, is but a breathtaking work of fiction.
Or maybe I don’t care at all. If I can, every morning for the rest of my life, send into the universe the prayer to be simply who I am, nothing more and nothing less, then I will be ever content – and this will be my story.
I want to change the tone, of my life, of everything. It’s all real and unreal at once, and I believe the story I tell myself like I believe in a life-changing novel, and I still wonder, restlessly, whether my life, too, is but a breathtaking work of fiction.
Or maybe I don’t care at all. If I can, every morning for the rest of my life, send into the universe the prayer to be simply who I am, nothing more and nothing less, then I will be ever content – and this will be my story.