I like writing. It is a daunting task yet a fascinating process with unpredictable outcomes. 

You write something and it sits there forever. Your thoughts are no longer in your head. They have become words, formed sentences and mean something, to someone, somewhere. They read them and they smile, frown, cry or get triggered.

 Then years later, one day you come back to your old writings and find something new in them; a new perspective, a new meaning, even a newer error. They make you feel better or worse about yourself, but most importantly they make you feel in a certain way. Then you write about that and it goes on and on and on …