If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.
This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.
If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.
Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.
Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.
I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.