There are writers out there.
Real writers who will never, in all liklihood, write a book or find a publisher or top a best-sellers list, but they're out there nonetheless, writing, experimenting, thinking, and expressing. And when I'm lucky enough to run across them, I feel something in my brain and heart expand, connecting me to a thought I wish I had thought on my own, or a feeling that I never knew how to express, like this one.
Or sometimes I just laugh until tears run down my cheeks, like this one.
I'm so thankful to those who write. God bless 'em.