WHY DO I WRITE?

I wish someone would ask me that question. And for whom do I write?
The answer to the second question is simple. I have often said that I write for myself, because I am often the reader of my writing.
As for why I write, the answer may not be so simple.

Could it be that as you clear out your drawer of things you don't need, you find something that you totally forgot you had, but that was very dear to you, that you feel happy to have found it.

For me, writing is clearing my head. Taking out everything that has been stored for ages and wondering why it is still there. Finding so many oversights that I bring back to life awakens feelings that have disappeared. And my question becomes: Do I really need to do this? I stop and ask myself why not?

And I keep writing, almost to find answers, to resolve doubts, to overcome uncertainty, to find an answer. And as my mind searches for clues, the evidence tickles me and I love that feeling, it's a thrill. I'm about to discover new connections I never knew existed. Again, I stop and ask myself, Is this what writing is all about?

Talking about writing, a subject I love, reminds me that I wrote a PRAISE TO WRITING in which I showered it with incessant praise.
I found the words of an Auschwitz survivor, Paul Shaffer, who said that "Only writing can preserve the memory of the unspeakable and echo the message beyond the lives of the witnesses. With their passing an

invaluable source will be dried up." "What we are able to write, always remains far below what we manage to say.
And this is what Marco Polo is said to have said on his deathbed: "I have not written half of what I have seen.
I have always loved writing and continue to do so to the point that it has become an outlet and a particular pleasure for me. So I did some research to find out where writing came from and how it came to us.

What strikes me at this point is that I should stop writing for myself. If I feel that what I am saying is important, then I should share it with others who can benefit from all that is intelligent in my comments. And if it's not too smart, then maybe it makes sense. I've heard others say that this commodity is becoming rare in our new world. Are they right? Should I write about it? Maybe I should.

After all, why not? Common sense being a good topic, here are my thoughts:

Why is it that what seems to me to be common sense, is not common sense to the other?
Isn't it the capacity to judge well ?
Because if sense is this capacity to feel sensations, why don't we perceive these same realities?
Besides, isn't the common sense the set of judgments common to all men?
Especially since we often wonder about the meaning of life.
I am tempted to add to these two words, sensation and emotion. Because if on the one hand there is a psychic phenomenon, on the other hand there is the human factor, sentimental.

And yet it is also the understanding of the obviousness of human suffering, of the obvious demands of human nature acting on the world as a moral cleansing bath.

For the last three years, with this pandemic called Coronavirus, the watchword has been to stay home. The reason was simple, to avoid contact with a carrier of this virus and thus save your life. Common sense,
doesn't it?
Unfortunately, the world went out, ignoring all the warnings and more people died

I will end with this word from Vaclav Havel, whom we all know and who said: The tragic element of modern man is not that he ignores the meaning of life, it is that he disturbs it less and less.