Writing is perhaps the greatest form of relegation. It is the most exquisite type of searching into the soul and bringing out to the world one's thoughts. I concur with what John Locke said--that we all have our blank sheets of paper ready to be filled with experiences as we grow old.
I never liked writing when I was younger. Somehow, i had developed an interest for it in my exposure to people and to words. Words do not have to be beautiful nor impressive in its use. They only have to be used in the same purpose that they had been invented--to communicate.
I could only create a metaphysical impression of my tabula rasa in my mind. I could only imagine a once blank sheet of paper, now with all the messy writings on it. Why a mess? Because that's what life is. There may be a picture amidst that mess, and a wonderful picture for that one but life will remain imperfect.
I am mortal but my thoughts sail beyond immortality.
I am invincible as long as I'm alive.