I don’t write blogs.

Blogs write me.

And you.

And life.

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.

Just writing.




How about living like that?

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