I write because I like to write. I try to write when I have something worthwhile to say.
I do not have something worthwhile to say all the time. I cannot say all the worthwhile things I like to write. So I do not write.
I have been thinking, after 12 years of blogging, after 12 years from my emigration out of the mother land, after 12 years of submerging in a language other than my mother tongue, why I have been writing. What the meaning of my blogs has been. And what the true subject of my blogs has been.
The conclusion was simple: I just write to feel connected to the world in a literal fashion. The meaning associated with this blog is to capture a glimpse of my thoughts and feelings at a particular time. I write about life, my life, some ups, some downs. And I keep quiet about many many write-worthy things. There are some thoughts and feelings that are to be kept private; forever.