Why do you Keep Coming Back to the Page?

On searching daily for fortitude, plenitude, and truth

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You have nothing to lose, it cannot get worse so you write.

First, you take stock of everything missing from your life then you write it.


You write up self-acceptance, you write up self-respect, you write up self-confidence. You bundle the lot into the pixels and data packets and call it hope.

You write despite lacking the words you need to document and articulate the unspeakable, the darkness within that seeps into every thought still and makes you question the validity of your endeavor.

Who even has the hubris to write up a new life?

You do.

Malevolent minds call it hubris, benevolent minds call it courage, your mind calls it desperation.

It all amounts to the same thing: audacity.

Words can conjure up change; you will need to write many of them. They can be vectors for everything you lack and need; you will need to write many of them. They can be statement, intent, and commitment; you will need to write many of them.

Intellectual inquiry is a mindset: curiosity.

What if…?

In print, you discover life anew.

Language has the combined finesse of a Maglite and a tiki torch so you set your whole life on fire.

Your past is ablaze; it brands you, defines you, taunts you.

Nevertheless, your mind express, expunges, and expiates it all, word by word. Therapy you control, on your own terms, in your own words, under your own guidance.

To cope, you write.

To survive, you write.

To live, you write.

You lean on writing for everything: to know how you’re feeling, to know what you’re thinking, to know what you’re doing.

Doing is always the writing.

Feeling and thinking are analog-digital clashes. You dream in text fragments and lines. Sometimes, they pursue you from dusk to dawn to dusk. Awkwardness, wistfulness, numbness: Daylight dematerializes you.

Your shadow escapes you; your shadow blinds you.

For a while, you write to separate one from the other.

You are a fool.

Intellectual labor in a culture of intentional ignorance is bold.

To resist, defy, and subvert the status quo takes indomitable hope our culture is capable of reaching mass enlightenment while defunding the lowest common denominator so it no longer hinders the political discourse.

Say it again without breathing: Defund dumb.

You’re in it but not of it, an observer, a witness, a documentarian.

Material abounds, it can be anything.

It’s always money.

Writing takes pictures with words; what readers see is up to them. Ambiguity, mystery, mayhem are yours for the taking. Be bold, don’t edge. Evolution waits for no one. Embrace it now. The present moment is always a good time to upgrade how you do you, in print and in person.

Better needs to stand the test of time and trends; better needs to endure.

Better is a demand, not a virtue; better is a duty, not a service.

You have nothing to lose, it cannot get worse so you write.

I’m a French-American writer, journalist, and editor now based in the Netherlands. To continue the conversation, follow the bird. For email and everything else, deets in bio.

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