365 Days Of Love. Day 62

I started a letter to a friend yesterday, I'll probably never send it, though. Words, for me, are more powerful if they are directed at someone specifically. I've started many letters that haven't reached completion or entered an envelope, but through these letters, I've lost myself in writing.

Yesterday's letter went like this

As with subject lines on emails, I find it difficult to start a letter. When I was little, I was taught to begin with a salutation as such

"Hi, how are you?"

As an adult that seems too simple and too overused. Ah, somedays I wish my only responsibility in life was to write, to play with words until I could create the most perfect combination of letters and syllables. I think I ultimately want to be a writer, but I never want to lose sight of the chase. Many times I've really wanted something, but once I've received it and settled into a routine with it, I've become bored by it or dissatisfied with it. I never want writing to be more than a chase. I want to be a writer, but I always want to chase writing too. Do you think that's possible?

I think loving is chasing something, even when you get it, keep chasing it.