I write many pieces that end without concrete conclusions. What’s the point?
Sometimes when I’m writing I’m just exploring, wandering—creating without predetermined purpose.
If the spaces inside our mind are as infinite as the space above our heads, it’s likely our ideas just—drift. Hours, days, weeks, years, perhaps even into the next life.
If I’m writing for me, I’m going to have more questions than answers. More to understand, to hold up and examine under my pen.
If we write to explore, conclusions are rare, but the questions are infinite.
Sometimes when I’m writing I’m just exploring, wandering—creating without predetermined purpose.
If the spaces inside our mind are as infinite as the space above our heads, it’s likely our ideas just—drift. Hours, days, weeks, years, perhaps even into the next life.
If I’m writing for me, I’m going to have more questions than answers. More to understand, to hold up and examine under my pen.
If we write to explore, conclusions are rare, but the questions are infinite.