Writing is a critical skillset.
Fucking monster Mao never killed anyone. He just wrote the ideology behind it. A murderer with a pen created millions of murderers.
I write very very poorly. I understood when my last English teacher pointed out my poor writing skill. I have tried many times moreover to write better and as you can see I constantly try.
My realization is that I don't care to make my reader understand. I don't have any desire to create a defined reader group. Contribute to their thoughts. Because I found out my thoughts are flawed and constantly evolving. So if I say and express a concrete thought of a bullshit I am sold at certain point, I am surely make millions of murderers like Obama that traitor and Clinton the fucking pedo-liar has done. Shame on you for following them you fucking miserable scums. Your crime is high.
So I am jumping jumping jumping trying to hide my true thought. Because I know my true thought is still morphing.
Writing I realize is an art of making A Point.
You write Sky is blue.
And you write about blue sky. Why it is blue, How it is blue, where it is blue, and what blue means to you.
You stick to it. Making sure that the reader understands and sold to the idea that the sky is blue.
That is hard thing to do. Taking most of your life to accomplish. Almost all people are POOR POOR writers. Very poor writers. In fact they do not write any more. It is amazing reading old letters. Ones from centuries ago. Even an old Korean letter from wife to husband had better writing than what we see in modern day. We do not write anymore.
I guess I am writing to find that person who thinks like me. It is a bird song to find who is on that same frequency. I send out dot dot dot. And looking for someone that can link those dots.
So when I in real life try to communicate, I repeat myself. Just to make sure point that I must get across is understood amid my jibberish.
then I found someone. Someone that understand everything I said when I didn't repeat. She don't like me.
So going back to writing. World is now so disapparated that one no longer needs to conform to anything. In such world, how do you find your accomplice? Well, it didn't work for the lifetime so I am wrong.
See isn't jibberish better than getting a wrong idea? Just be in a confused state instead of getting faulty idea implanted on you.
So I am scared soul. And that is clearly expressed through my writing. Can I fix it? If you know the problem, solution should be easy to find but I don't see any reason to. Wondering in the world of words in jibberish allows immense freedom. It allows you to write because you didn't create any boundaries. Writing becomes easy because there is no point to be made. No mountain to move. It puts mind at ease because it expressed confusion it encountered. It is "ex"pressed.
So writing is for you to deal with not by the writer. Writer already dealt with it by expressing. It is no longer in me.