Friday, December 9, 2011

iwrite

I write. Not because I'm good at it but because I enjoy doing it. Perhaps more than I do birding or bird photography. For one thing, I don't need any special equipment to pursue writing - a pen and paper will do just fine. And for another thing, I can do it anytime. Just like today when it has been raining since I woke up. Rainy weather precludes doing my outdoor hobbies. Yet here I am expressing my thoughts, my demeanor in a spontaneous way, even inspired, and not hampered, by the falling rain.


I write. Even as a young child I wrote. Over the years poems, anecdotes, stories, flowed out of my being. Some expressing despair, others of love, mostly emotional outpourings of what I felt at that particular chapter of my oftentimes uninteresting life.


I write. Because for me it is always a challenge.  Looking for wings that would take my imagination for a flight into the abode of befitting words that would perfectly convey my feelings, my mood, my contemplations. A summons to my creative abilities to come up with something worth reading. For why even write if it is not to be read?


I write. And I will continue to do so as long as my faculties will allow me. Now in my retirement years where there is an ample amount of time on my hands, I will keep on putting into prose or poetry what my heart whispers.