Para las mentes bien organizadas, la muerte es la siguiente gran aventura.

Fiction isn’t my bag, but I really like that quote from J.K. Rowling’s book. I like it even better in Spanish than English because it rolls off the tongue nicely. But, aside from my trivial thoughts on language differences, the idea behind these words resonated with me, and has since I began writing for myself five years ago.

I’m too lazy to go look it up, but today I’m not even sure what my goal was when I started daily writing. Yet, through all the written thoughts about vague family mysteries, the putting together of pieces about the personalities and their origins of the people in my life, and the eventual trust in myself that I developed after actually applying reasonable thought to my beliefs, I realized the biggest value of writing all those words that no one else (including myself) is ever likely to read is the development of a relationship between me and my perceptions. And that’s pretty much it.

The few opinions I’ve read about writing daily spoke about utility and organization, and while those things are true, I think that misses the point. If you write every day, eventually you run out of superficial things to say; when you are forced to rummage through your own thoughts, the things that are really important to you naturally align.

I like to think that Rowling intended Dumbledore to mean something like that, but who the hell knows.