I was speaking to someone way older than I am. We got around to speaking about my writing (and hence eventually a bit about this blog too).
So the chat went something like this....(recreating from memory)
She said, "Why do you write?"
"It helps me collect my thoughts and ideas."
"Is that it? Or is there a deeper reason?"
"...and for posteriety?"
"Posteriety for whom, the daughter?"
"Possibly, even for myself. If I am 60, I want to look back and see how I evolved."
"Ok. I am old, but I would be hard pressed to find my evolution from my writing, unless I was a writer. Which means unless I wrote full time, or enough in a day, its very hard to document a real journey."
"Hmmmm"
"Are you sure this is not an attempt to leave legacy?"
"Possibly. Yes. That too."
"Why would people want to remember you or me? I am going to gone anytime soon. When we remember, we romanticize things. There is an inherent asymmetry in how we reminisce."
"Do you contemplate on not leaving behind any legacy? Or is that not even worthy of contemplation?"
"I just have one question, that I ask myself when I am faced with having to make a decision.", "and the question is", "Why bother?"
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