22nd September, 2017.
So Ferdinand Pessoa was this modernist poet and philosopher in Lisbon. I recently came across his work and I found something which somehow single-handedly answers a question I've been asking and had been asked a many times. It would only make sense if I put it out here, just a paragraph from his semi autobiography.. here goes...
"Why do I write if I can't write any better? But what would become of me if I didn't write what I can, however inferior it may be to what I am? In my ambitions I'm a plebian, because I try to achieve; like someone afraid of a dark room, I'm afraid to be silent. I'm like those who prize the medal more than the struggle to get it, and savour glory in a fur lined cape."
R.
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