For Me

I know there is something to be written here. There are certainly enough disconnected thoughts circulating in the space between white and grey matter. The thoughts really do feel like impulses jumping from one place to another without ever stopping or coming to a conclusion.

What does it take to be a good writer? Is it the words one uses, or the messages, or is it the feeling with which one expresses his/her sentiments. Maybe good writing is just like good cooking: it needs love and the right kind of attention for all the elements to work together. It's that unspoken essence, that intangible something that connects the reader to the writing. If love and fear are all there is, which one would create the sort of connection that is everlasting? The answer is usually inclusive of both. The choice then is for the bearer of the pen and paper to inspire or to oppress, to elevate or to burden. This choice is really for anyone to make at any time. For the leader of the country, for the father of the family, and for maker of one's life.