Daniel Lozada:
I write to be understood.
For I wasn’t coherent enough. Throughout my childhood, I had a stuttering issue. Which was caused by “my brain moving faster than my mouth.” A problem I've since fixed, though a feeling I still can remember. I couldn't ever convey to people that I understood: be it them or certain ideas. The words that came out of my mouth never felt genuine. I had to think about how my words would come out from my mouth to another's ears. Even when my words sounded like words, I had to wonder if my words actually made sense put together. A feat of conscience I “should” be proud of, however the only outcome from those years was self disdain. Like my words had no value put together.
I write to preserve.
Because even if my words mean nothing, my thoughts still do. For then, words were vessels of thoughts. Mere abstractions to describe something more “real” and “genuine.” I mention this because sometimes we stride away from this fact. Our thoughts through the vessel of our words can convince us of something that is not there. Pseudo-Logic decomposes the mind of its potential. Creating corridors with dead ends. This is why I hold a belief that writing down one's thoughts, even when they can be extremely disingenuous and wrong, is in the best interest of all of us. We have to remember where we once stood. We have to reflect on thoughts we once had. Comparison too can deteriorate the mind, but when used correctly: it can be a powerful tool for all of us. Forgetting past mistakes is as harmful as those mistakes themselves. Reflecting, not remembering(for this can be self debilitating), I think has to be the most powerful tool of the human mind.