I don’t write blogs.
Blogs write me.
There is absolute ease of creation.
With no goal, no assumption, no expectation.
No internal critic, no hesitation, no rules, no aim.
No need to make it beautiful.
There’s just writing.
Words that, one by one, appear.
Because they want to.
Because life wants to.
Or for no reason at all.
How about living like that?
(Photo by @jontyson, for Unsplash)