I; also me: first-person singular.
It is personal.
It is how I may view the world, but not as I might write about it.
I look at what is there and how it affects me as much as the cause and effect of all that may be.
But, it goes deeper.
What remains underneath letters disguised as action, place, or point of view, is not lost, perhaps only hidden between the lines.
Observation; no, self-observation is required, now and then, to check your path and see where you have been or where you might be going.
Perhaps now is the time, as now is the present, and this may be as good a time as any to look a little deeper into me, myself, and I.
It is necessary. Now.
I feel it, but I don’t know why?
I wrote, many years ago:
I’m like a pencil;
Still I write.
A mantra as much as an explanation, it is personal. I still write, but (again) I must ask myself ‘why’ more as a process of understanding than of questioning.
We all must wonder, at times, mustn’t we?
Shouldn’t we all take stock of our movements and memories and emotions?
I think this is a good time for me.