Writing can be a pretty desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs: our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong. It is no wonder if we sometimes tend to take ourselves perhaps a bit too seriously.

Bird by bird. Anne Lamott

And that’s the alcoholic’s motto. Just today. Survive just today. However, it is not like writing is to be alcoholic. It’s just that life itself can be overwhelming.

Creating life, breathing life into something that only seems alive; for it can’t get up and exist just because, is exactly as taxing as coping with the real thing. Or it was. Now we have beautiful worlds in which the horrible people just get arrested, disappear through the door or stay behind with the shitty jockey team.

I wonder if that is us being more coward or being braver… Be brave. Survive today’s page, today’s scene, today’s poem. Pasto kalo.