The Right To Write

I find self-reflections. Once sparkly and fresh; now collecting dust. Some even dead for life. Others still yearning to be written. Those who died met their fate because their author felt he had to meet the unwritten rule:

They must be written only while relevant.

But now I say no, I no longer care for this unwritten rule. I can write about whatever, whenever.

After all, thoughts born months ago can inspire writing the way writing born months ago inspires thoughts.

And so, I begin: