I'll Never Be A Writer...

There are some things I fear to write about. And I often try, for the mere test to see how close I can come to grasping their meaning, their image, their emotion, their reality. I fail more often than not. I try harder than I should. There are some things in the human race that become part of us, and cannot be written about in such a way that they are properly placed on the pedestal of meaning that they should be. I’ve unwillingly placed cracks in those pedestals, trying to write about something I just wasn’t made to write about. You see, there is writing, and then there is writing well. It’s the humanness in me that forces me to sit down and try again and again until I get it right. But with some things, I don’t ever get it right. With some things, I destroy just a little more of their significance by trying to describe them. And yet, it’s the impossibility of those things that drives me to achieving their portrayal. Why is that? I fear if I cannot know them through writing, I cannot know them at all.