“Writing is not a game played according to rules. Writing is a compulsive, and delectable thing. Writing is its own reward.”
Henry Miller’s words.
Become a writer. Live a spiritual life. Dedicate yourself to yoga.
There are so many paths, all leading to one truth.
Growing old, everything is a lost battle. But we still have to wake up, do something. It might as well be an honest attempt at something.
You gain clues. You accumulate knowledge and stuff you write. It doesn’t matter, but it minds.
Two thoughts meet up. One says to another: “It doesn’t matter”. The other: “Do you mind?”